He got up with alacrity when he saw her, fetched her a big wicker chair, evidently inclined to let her divert him.
"Oh, I'm not going to," she observed, sinking into the cushions.

For a moment she felt rather limp, then a quiver passed through her, tightening the relaxed nerves.
"Bunbury," she said, "do you know any men who ever get tired of idleness and clothes and their neighbours' wives ?" "Sure," he said, surprised, "I get tired of those things all right.

I've got enough of this tailor, for example," looking at his trousers.

"I'm tired of idleness, too.

Shall we do something and forget the cut of my clothes ?" "What do you do when you tire of people and things ?" "Change partners or go away.