"He is an old man. Pay no attention to it. I am sorry, now, that I said to him what I did."
"What did you quarrel about? Tell me!"
"About the whole thing, I think."
"Then it was all on my account. From first to last, I've made trouble for you. I am sorry."
"You needn't be. All the trouble you have made me is a joy."
"Why—Angus!" The color rose in the girl's cheeks.
"Didn't you know it?"
"I know you have been very—good—to me."
"You have known more than that," he said.
"No, good heavens, no! Angus—"