You pass his house every day," was her response.
"Why, of course I know," he said, staring at her.
"So I thought, but you said 'hasn't he ?' And naturally I presumed that you were not quite certain." She was evidently quizzing him, but her face was inscrutable.

She looked only as if patiently and rather wearily explaining a misunderstanding.

As she played with her fan, she had an unmistakable expression of being slightly bored.
"Madeline, do you know what I should say was the matter with you if you' were a man ?" he said, desperately, yet trying to laugh.
"Well, really"-- and her eyes had a rather hard expression--"if you prefer gentlemen's society, you'd better seek it, instead of trying to get along by supposing me to be a gentleman." "It seems as if I couldn't say anything right," said Henry.
"I think you do talk a little strangely," she admitted, with a faint smile.

Her look was quite like that of an uncomplaining martyr.
"What's the matter with you to-night, Madeline?
Tell me, for God's sake!" he cried, overcome with sudden grief and alarm.
"I thought I told you I had a headache, and I really wish you wouldn't use profane language," she replied, regarding him with lack-lustre eyes.
"And that's all?
It's only a headache ?" "That's quite enough, I'm sure.

Would you like me to have toothache besides ?" "You know I didn't mean that." "Well, earache, then ?" she said, wearily, allowing her head to rest back on the top of her chair, as if it were too much of an effort to hold it up, and half shutting her eyes.
"Excuse me, I ought not to have kept you.