Before he could answer she settled herself on his knees.
“If you’re not going to bed you’d better go and put on a dressing-gown.”
“Oh, I’m all right as I am.” Then putting her arms round his neck, she placed her face against his and said: “Why are you so horrid to me, Phil?”
He tried to get up, but she would not let him.
“I do love you, Philip,” she said.
“Don’t talk damned rot.”
“It isn’t, it’s true. I can’t live without you. I want you.”
He released himself from her arms.
“Please get up. You’re making a fool of yourself and you’re making me feel a perfect idiot.”
“I love you, Philip. I want to make up for all the harm I did you. I can’t go on like this, it’s not in human nature.”