“The way people like yourself look at things. I'm treating Dale abominably. I didn't realise it before.”
Now why on earth did she bring Dale in just at that moment.
“Indeed?” said I.
She nodded her head and said in her languorous voice:
“He's over head and ears in love with me and thinks I care for him. I don't. I don't care a brass button for him. I'm a bad influence in his life, and the sooner I take myself out of it the better. Don't you think so?”
“You know my opinions,” I said.
“If I had followed your advice at first,” she continued, “we needn't have had all this commotion. And yet I'm not sorry.”
“What do you propose to do?” I asked.
“Before deciding, I shall see my husband.”
“You shall do no such thing.”