Dodsworth by Sinclair Lewis

In the morning he was cool, determined to clear off as soon as possible. She was no less cool. When he unlocked the bedroom door, at eight, she was already dressed, in crisp blue coat and skirt and plain blouse, and she looked at him as though he were a servant whom she had resolved to discharge for insolence. She said quietly: "Good morning. You know, of course, that your mauling me and threatening me last evening made finally impossible any rapprochement between us."

"Eh? That's fine."