"Sorry I kept you waiting.

I've had a mean day at the office." "So have I," said Ethel, and with a frown she plunged right in.

The sooner this was over the better.

But when she had finished and looked up, she detected no triumph on his face.

He was watching her so queerly.
"Well," he said, "I ought to be sorry, I suppose--but I can't exactly say I am." "Why not ?" At her sharp challenge he grimly smiled.
"Because this kind of puts us--in the same boat--two of a kind." "What on earth do you mean ?" she demanded.