So he had better placate milady.

Wrinkling the fine, half mischievous smile on his face, and trading on his charm, he turned to his hostess.
"You wouldn't mind, Lady Franks, if I said nasty things about my wife and found a lot of fault with her.

What makes you angry is that I know it is not a bit more her fault than mine, that we come apart.

It can't be helped." "Oh, yes, indeed.

I disapprove of your way of looking at things altogether.