"Quite."
"Now, my dear--" he began. His tone was one he had unconsciously
adopted from his grandfather. He used it whenever he, as head of the
family, confronted an "irrational, feminine caprice."
"What's the use of reasoning with me?" interrupted she. "Didn't your
grandfather teach you that women can't reason?"
"I'm willing for you to go to Saint X. But----"
She looked significantly toward Winchie. Dick took the hint, went back
to his reading until they were alone. Then he resumed: "I'm sure you'll
not persist now that I've pointed out to you----"
"If you wish me to keep my temper," interrupted she, "you'll not use
that wheedling tone. I'd feel I was degrading Winchie by speaking to
him in a way that belittled his intelligence."