His temper had subsided now, and the reproach he always felt after such a scene as this made him feel very ashamed of himself.
"I'm sorry, Eleanor, that I lost my temper just now. I didn't mean to say what I did!..."
"But, my dear," she exclaimed, "you didn't say much, and if you did it was because you were upset about the play and the novel. Don't worry about that. Now, listen to me. I met Mr. Crawford this morning!..."
"Crawford?"
"Yes. He's managing director of that motor place I used to be in. He told me he had never had a secretary so useful as I was, and that he wished I'd never met you!..."
"Did he, indeed?"
"Yes. Of course, that was only a joke. I'm sure he'd let me go back to my old job for a while!..."
"No. No, no!"
She stood up, half turned away from him, and said, "Well, I'm going to ask for it anyhow!"
"You're what?"