“Because you’re so stand off.”
“Would the purpose be any better if I weren’t?”
“I don’t know.”
“Well, think.”
“No. You’re horrid—you’re trying to tie me up.”
“Believe me!” Wynne negatived.
“Yes, in words—and I can’t talk.”
“Eloquent in other ways?”
“I’m not.”
“Oh, yes. That pout, for instance.”