George pondered. After all, there was a certain virtue in being frank.
“As a matter of fact, you’re right—”
“What!”
Evidently he had blundered. George tried another tack.
“I mean, perhaps I said some things that a sensible person wouldn’t have.”
“Then you can’t be called sensible?”
“No. Sometimes I act like a darn fool.”
“And I was a darn fool on the boat to think you meant anything you said. Well, it’s lucky I’ve gotten over it now.”
“Irma, what do you mean?”
“You know perfectly well what I mean. There’s no use of our pretending we care for each other any longer.”