He was silent a moment.
"Are you not happy ?" he said gently.
"Not in my marriage." "Sam must be a regular brute!" he cried indignantly.

"He doesn't know how to treat you.

He ought to have his head punched the way he's going on with that fat thing in red." "Oh, don't run her down," said Hannah, struggling to repress her emotions, which were not purely of laughter.

"She's my dearest friend." "They always are," said David oracularly.

"But how came you to marry him ?" "Accident," she said indifferently.
"Accident!" he repeated, open-eyed.
"Ah, well, it doesn't matter," said Hannah, meditatively conveying a spoonful of trifle to her mouth.