"You may be sure I shall do the right thing," he said rather grandly, "and you're not to refer to her again. I've told you I shall only see her once, and that's enough for you."
"I think you are very tyrannical," said Dolly, pouting.
"That won't do you any harm, my dear."
"And—you don't seem fond of me a bit!"
"Yes I am. What a fool you are! I'm awfully fond of you, Dolly."
"And are you very happy?"
"Yes, very fairly happy," said Savile. "And mind you have that powder all brushed out of your hair. I don't like it."
They walked to the gate.
"I really have missed you awfully, dear," said Savile gently.
"You have your faults, Savile, but you are reliable, I will say that."