It was a sort of compromise.
"Fine!" said Jim.

"We'll do that, then." It was lovely sunshine, and they wandered through the woods.

Between Jim and Tanny was a sort of growing _rapprochement_, which got on Lilly's nerves.
"What the hell do you take that beastly personal tone for ?" cried Lilly at Tanny, as the three sat under a leafless great beech-tree.
"But I'm not personal at all, am I, Mr.Bricknell ?" said Tanny.
Jim watched Lilly, and grinned pleasedly.
"Why shouldn't you be, anyhow ?" he said.
"Yes!" she retorted.

"Why not!" "Not while I'm here.

I loathe the slimy creepy personal intimacy.--'Don't you think, Mr.Bricknell, that it's lovely to be able to talk quite simply to somebody?
Oh, it's such a relief, after most people---'" Lilly mimicked his wife's last speech savagely.
"But I MEAN it," cried Tanny.