“I love it,” she said, “when you can be provoked into spite. Or perhaps I insult you by accusing you of that. A more genteel word would be setdown. It was a rather magnificent one and certainly put me in my place.” He gazed haughtily at her. “And I love it, Mrs. Derrick,” he said softly, “when you can be provoked to laughter—even when you do it with just your eyes.”
