“That's pretty rough. She's been very kind to you and she wants to be again.”
“Where did you learn so much?”
“We were talking about you.”
“Oh, you were, were you? That's nice! And where was all this?”
He indulged in a concessive lie for the sake or the peace. “I met her in the street and walked along with her.”
“Fine! And how did my name come to come up?”
“It naturally would. I was saying that I wished she'd—er—I wished that you and she might be friends.”
“So that you and she could see each other still oftener, I suppose.”
“It's rotten of you to say that.”
“And it's rottener of you to go talking to another woman about your wife.”