Of course I'm shocked at hearing about Colonel Boyce, and I'm sorry for the poor lady, but why you should have been made to half kill yourself over the matter is more than I can understand." "I happen," said I, "to be his only intimate friend in the place." "You happen," he retorted, "to be a chronic invalid and the most infernal worry of my life." "You're nothing but an overbearing bully," said I.
He grinned again.

That is what I have to put up with.

If I curse Marigold, he takes no notice.

If I curse Cliffe, he grins.

Yet what I should do without them, Heaven only knows.
"God bless 'em both," said I, when my aching body was between the cool sheets.
Although it was none of his duties, Marigold brought me in a light supper, fish and a glass of champagne.