He had piled up the shopping on the table. Next to it he put a hat box which held a more modern - or what Thomas thought to be a modern - version of the type of hats Edith liked to wear. This morning he had behaved like anything but a gentleman. He felt the need to redeem himself.
"Edith?" he called out from the kitchen. He rubbed his hands against each other in an attempt to regain their life and feeling.