“All right.” He had the impression that she was laughing at him a little and he regarded her helplessly.
“I don’t understand you,” he said. “You come roaring to me in town, making a mountain out of a positive worm cast, and yet when a situation which is really unpleasant does arise you behave as if I were an overexcited Boy Scout.”
“I’m sorry. I’m really very grateful.” The clear high voice sounded flat and she bestirred herself. “It’s a question of proportion,” she said. “When I came to you in London I was afraid of losing something really important for always; now I think I have lost it. It’s altered my entire perspective.”
“Perspective?” he ejaculated, resenting the intolerance which she engendered in him without being able to suppress it. “Do you know the meaning of the word? Val, y
