Premise: He placed a wooden hand in mine and said: "This is a pleasure, Mr. Hastings." Then, turning to his wife: "Emily dearest, I think that cushion is a little damp." She beamed fondly on him, as he substituted another with every demonstration of the tenderest care.

Hypothesis: He looked at his wife and complained about the cushion that had been left in the rain.
Relation: neutral