Until I request your aid, however, your criticism is not desired." Both voice and manner were so cold that they were equivalent to dismissal, but Winston hesitated, already beginning to regret the bitter harshness of his speech.

Beneath his steady gaze her cheeks flamed hotly.
"We have been friends," he began more humbly.

"Would you mind telling me something regarding your plans?
Just now I feel unable to offer you either aid or advice." Her face perceptibly brightened, as if this new mood quickly appealed to her.
"That sounds ever so much better," she admitted, glancing up into his face.

"I have never enjoyed being scolded, as though I were a child who had done wrong.

Besides, I am quite convinced in this case I have done precisely right.