"Pat, why don't you talk to Dr. Bobs about yourself?"
"I will if you want me to," said she submissively.
"It would be a good thing, assuming that you would talk frankly."
"Where shall I begin? By telling him about us?" she inquired demurely.
Upon this Scott's inner commentary was, "You little devil!" Aloud he said composedly: "If you think it significant. But what I said was about yourself."
"Oh, I'm well enough," said she carelessly.
"Are you happy enough?"
She gave him a startled glance. "Why should you think I'm not happy?"
"I didn't say I thought so. I simply asked you."
"Well, I am." But there was a hint of defiance in her tone. "And you do think I'm not."