"Working. And another thing, dearest, I wouldn't want you in any body but the one I loved."
"Sweet."
"Beloved."
Across the breakfast table, Ann's level scrutiny was annoying. Ted concentrated on the cakes and bacon.
He was just lighting a cigarette to go with his second cup of coffee, when he said, "What's the matter with you, this morning?"
The cigarette trembled very little. "Matter?"
"You seem so—oh, it would sound silly."
"Let's have it, anyway."
"So—sort of—guilty."