The question took Persis by surprise. "No one that would interest you."
"Are you sure?"
"Since when this sudden concern in my affairs?"
"Aren't your affairs mine?" he pleaded; but she was curt:
"Indeed they're not. I don't nag you with questions."
He answered this with a sorrowful humility. "Sometimes I wish you would take a little more interest."
"You're in a funny mood," she said, more gently.
"It's not very funny to me," he groaned.
"You'll feel better after dinner. Run along and let Brooks dress you."
"What about you?"