He adored me." "Bosh!" said Agatha.

"People always grow tired of one another.

I grow tired of myself whenever I am left alone for ten minutes, and I am certain that I am fonder of myself than anyone can be of another person." "I know you are," said Henrietta, pained and spiteful.

"You have always been particularly fond of yourself." "Very likely he resembles me in that respect.

In that case he will grow tired of himself and come back, and you will both coo like turtle doves until he runs away again.