Good night." "But--but we're married," he said with a little stammer.
"Do you think I can forget that, in this room, with that sound in the street ?" "Well, then, why say good night to me like this ?" "How else, Marty dear ?" An icy chill ran over Martin and struck at his heart.

Was it really true that she could stand there and hold out her hand and with the beginning of impatience expect him to leave a room the right to which had been made over to him by law and agreement?
He asked her that, as well as he could, in steadier, kinder words than he need have used.
And she dropped her hand and sighed a little.

"Don't spoil everything by arguing with me, Marty.

I really am only a kid, you know.

Be good and run along now.