"Maybe. Well, you heard what I told Dunne about the water. That ought to be satisfactory to all you people."
"Naturally I'm glad."
"I'm going away," he continued. "Also, I'm chucking up my job. I'm sorry I ever took it. It was sheer waste of time. I'm going to work for myself now. I hoped I would catch you at Dunne's place. I wanted to say good-bye."
"I am sorry you are going."
"That's what Dunne said—and he didn't mean it. Do you?"
"I usually mean what I say."
"Well, I didn't know. I wouldn't blame you if you were glad. I behaved like a—well, like a blackguard once."
"We needn't talk about that," said Sheila quietly. "That's over; I don't think of it."
"But I do. I'm rough, but I'm not that kind—usually. You let me down easy. If I could undo it I would; but I can't."
"No, it can't be undone. Why talk about it?"