“You must forgive me,” he pleaded. “I thought that you understood; I thought that we were together amused; it was against my intention to offend you.”
She stopped and looked at a window full of carved bears and lions; various expressions contended in her face, but none of them were soft or sweet.
“You pardon me, do you not?” he went on, laying his fingers upon her arm, while beneath his heavy eyelids there crept a look which his family would have regarded as too good to be true.
She shook the hand off quickly with an apprehensive glance at their surroundings.
“I ask you ten thousand pardons,” he repeated; “what can I do to make you know my feeling is true?”
She bit her lip, and then a sudden thought occurred to her. Her anger took wings at once.
“Will you walk back to the hotel on the outside,” she asked seriously, looking up into his face.
He gave a quick movement of surprise, and then made his customary pause for decision.
“How drolly odd women are,” he murmured presently, “and you are so very oddly droll!”
“But will you do it?” she repeated insistently.