“No,” she said, “that's no good, I don't want that. Get me something to drink. I feel bad.”
He hurried to the cupboard and fumbled with the cork of a champagne bottle. It flew out with a bang. She started violently.
“You clumsy fool!” she exclaimed.
She drank off the wine at a gulp.
“Daisy,” he began.
She was staring stonily at the empty glass.
“Daisy,” he repeated.
She tapped her toe against the fender-rail.
At this sign, he went on:
“How did you know?”