After a moment or two, however, she spoke--a single monosyllable.
"Well ?" The man broke down.
"Elizabeth," he exclaimed, "you are too--too ghastly! I can't stand it.
You are unnatural." She stretched herself upon the couch and turned towards him.
"Unnatural, am I ?" she remarked.

"And what are you ?" He sank into a chair.

He had become very flabby indeed.
"What you are always calling me, I suppose," he muttered,--"a coward.
You have so little consideration, Elizabeth.

My health isn't what it was." His eyes had wandered longingly toward the cupboard at the further end of the apartment.

The woman upon the couch smiled.
"You may help yourself," she directed carelessly.