"I do not understand—"
It was the East and West again, a chasm that could not be bridged. Romney dropped the subject.
"We'd better fix matters—as to what front is best to put up—"
"Front?"
"What we'd better tell them, so that our stories will fit—"
"Stories?"
"Listen," said Romney, straining for the non-idiomatic. "They will ask questions at the station. We must answer. If we answer differently, it would be better if we had not spoken—"
"Yes. I am your servant. We had a disagreement. You started to beat me and I ran—"
"Just a little domestic difference," Romney remarked.
"Yes."