She invariably waited for him at dinnertime for him to embrace her before she went.

He felt as if she were helpless, almost a burden to him, and it irritated him.
"But what do you always want to be kissing and embracing for ?" he said.
"Surely there's a time for everything." She looked up at him, and the hate came into her eyes.
"DO I always want to be kissing you ?" she said.
"Always, even if I come to ask you about the work.

I don't want anything to do with love when I'm at work.

Work's work--" "And what is love ?" she asked.

"Has it to have special hours ?" "Yes; out of work hours." "And you'll regulate it according to Mr.Jordan's closing time ?" "Yes; and according to the freedom from business of any sort." "It is only to exist in spare time ?" "That's all, and not always then--not the kissing sort of love." "And that's all you think of it ?" "It's quite enough." "I'm glad you think so." And she was cold to him for some time--she hated him; and while she was cold and contemptuous, he was uneasy till she had forgiven him again.
But when they started afresh they were not any nearer.