"You would believe me, but you would not care," said Mrs. Tristram.

"You have got it all wrong. I should care immensely, but I shouldn't
believe you. The fact is I have never had time to feel things. I have
had to DO them, to make myself felt."

"I can imagine that you may have done that tremendously, sometimes."

"Yes, there's no mistake about that."

"When you are in a fury it can't be pleasant."

"I am never in a fury."

"Angry, then, or displeased."

"I am never angry, and it is so long since I have been displeased that I
have quite forgotten it."

"I don't believe," said Mrs. Tristram, "that you are never angry. A man
ought to be angry sometimes, and you are neither good enough nor bad
enough always to keep your temper."

"I lose it perhaps once in five years."

"The time is coming round, then," said his hostess. "Before I have known
you six months I shall see you in a fine fury."

"Do you mean to put me into one?"