"You know that you and Andrea do not agree very well.

You bore him so much and then he is irritable.

I do not like Andrea when he is irritable.
Give me my cheque, dear, and let me go." Mr.Weatherley dipped his pen in the ink, solemnly wrote out a cheque and tore it from the book.

Fenella, who had risen to her feet and was standing over him with her hand upon his shoulder, stuffed it carelessly into the gold purse which she was carrying.

Then she patted him on the cheek with her gloved hand.
"Don't overwork," she said, "and come home punctually.