“Are you tired of me?”
“Launa darling! tired—no, never. You are more uncertain in your moods—you are more fascinating. I never know what you will do next. To-day has been long without you.”
“Women take an age to learn that game killing would have no attraction for men if the game walked up to be killed willingly.”
“Where have you been to-day, my dearest?” he asked, taking no notice of her speech.
“On the river with Paul. And you?”
“I have been very busy and worried.”
“I am sorry. Worry is detestable.”
“Yes,” he replied, “and never ending.”
“Your aunt is still odd?”
“Very odd. She is terrible sometimes. Talk of to-morrow, dear.”