Without turning her head she answered: "Do you want to know why ?" "You're like a cat showing your claws.

Go on! Tell me what the reason is." "Because I get tired of you." In all his life he had never been so scorned.

He did not see the covert grin of Wilbur in the background.

He blurted: "Tired ?" "Awfully.

You don't mind me being frank, do you, Pierre ?" He could only stammer: "Sometimes I wish to God you _were_ a man, Jack!" "You don't often remember that I'm a woman." "Do you mean that I'm rude or rough with you, Jacqueline ?" Still the silence, but Wilbur was grinning broader than ever.