He looks ill. What's he doing? Giving me the social backing he thinks it's his duty as my husband to give. He's Jesus Christ calling on the woman taken in adultery. By all the saints, I'll make that wooden face wince yet. I'll bring him to heel. He's going upstairs. He's probably gone to wreck your bedroom. It's no use trying to awaken sentimental memories in me. Does Christopher have a girl in this town? No , he's too much of a stick. He never even goes to Madame Suzette's. Now, look here, will you let me come to your room tonight or not? What's your game? Hell and hounds, you can't have come here for him! What's your game?