"Here?" Alice asked.
"No, of course not. Home. Let's go, dear. Have to rush."
Alice's smile had nothing sentimental about it.
He didn't berate her until morning. He wanted time to cool off, to look at the whole thing objectively. It just wouldn't get objective, though.
At breakfast, he said, "That was tactless last night. Very, very tactless."
"Yes, Joe. Tact requires deception. Tact is essentially deception."
When had he said that? Oh, yes, at the Hydra Club lecture. And it was true and he hated deception and he'd created a wife without one.
He said, "I'll have to devise a character distiller that won't require putting you back in the mold."
"Of course, dear. Why?"