"No. At least ... I don't know."
"Then you are."
"Aren't you being a bit old-fashioned?" Phil said.
Farley had abandoned his usual pose of sitting and looking up. He looked down at Phil—in fact, he looked down his nose and past his blond mustache.
"I mean," Phil went on, "I think Katherine ought to be the one to decide whether she wants to go on seeing me."
"And I disagree."
"And I," Phil said, "shall stop seeing her when—and only when—she wants me to! I refuse to be ordered around like this. We're not doing anything wrong!"
"I think you're forgetting—"
"I'm forgetting nothing!" Phil interrupted. "You're acting as though I were having an affair with your wife, and you're trying to pull rank on me! I don't intend to be browbeaten and threatened!"