They had also the unwisdom of unnecessary things.

In fact, she had not meant them at all.

It was a sort of phrase that is suggested by the demon of perverse inspiration.
But she knew a way to make it as if it had not been.
She turned her head over her shoulder and gave that man planted heavily in front of the fireplace a glance, half arch, half cruel, out of her large eyes--a glance of which the Winnie of the Belgravian mansion days would have been incapable, because of her respectability and her ignorance.

But the man was her husband now, and she was no longer ignorant.

She kept it on him for a whole second, with her grave face motionless like a mask, while she said playfully: "You couldn't.