It seems to me it wants a few words to make it plain when a woman refuses to give her husband a kiss.
Norah.
Do sit down, there’s a good fellow, and I’ll tell you one or two things.
Taylor.
That’s terribly kind of you. [He sinks back into the rocking-chair.] Have you any choice of seats?
Norah.
You’ve taken the only one that’s tolerably comfortable. I think there’s nothing to choose between the others.
Taylor.
Nothing.
Norah.