That's one of the differences in manners, I suppose, that distinguishes Fifth Avenue from Broadway.' Gretzie was furious.
He had been speaking of Broadway shows and restaurants and things at the time.

He declared later that a little attention had turned her head, and that what she had said was all rot.

I don't care for her, either.

But let us talk of ourselves, Lee." "Yes, that's more interesting," he remarked, with an accent of irony that escaped her.
He was curious to learn what this talk was leading to.

His curiosity outweighed the irritation he felt at her calm ignoring of the past weeks, at her complacent assumption of his love, at the kiss and the caress she had bestowed, indeed, at her very presence in the room.
"Tell me everything about your work and about yourself," she said, folding her hands and gazing up at him.