(Lamely.) Well, of course I looked after it now and then. I
didn't want to perish in my solitude.
JANET. Then why didn't you come to bed, great baby?
CARVE. (Sitting up with solemnity.) Janet, we are a pair of great
babies to have quarrelled like that,--especially at bedtime.
JANET. (Simply.) Quarrelled?
CARVE. Well, didn't we?
JANET. I didn't. I agreed with everything you said.
CARVE. What did you agree with? I should like to know.
JANET. You said I didn't really believe after all that you are Ilam
Carve, and I assured you in the most soothing manner that I did believe
you are Ilam Carve!
CARVE. And do you call that agreeing with me? I know perfectly well from
your tone that in spite of all my explanations and reiterations during
the last three months you don't believe I'm Ilam Carve. You only say
you do in order to soothe me. I hate being soothed. You're as convinced
as ever that Ebag is a rascal, and that I've got a bee in my bonnet.
JANET. But what does it matter?
CARVE.
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