"Are you never going to give me an opportunity?" he asked in a low voice.
"An opportunity for what?"
Harry jumped at the chance of his confession and absolution. "Why, of saying how awfully sorry and—and ashamed I am that I yielded—"
"What's the use of saying anything about it? It's best forgotten."
"Now Wellgood's back?" he whispered, with a flash of his eyes.
"Certainly best forgotten, now that Vivien's father is back."
He shook his head at her with a smile, owning her skilful parry. "You won't give me one chance?"
"Does the dashing Mr. Harry Belfield need to have chances given him? I thought he made them for himself."
Harry's eyes gleamed. "I'll take you at your word in that!"
"You've been in no hurry about it up to now—and you seem in none to say 'How do you do?' to Mr. Wellgood." She motioned him to go on, adding, "It was very silly, but no harm's done. We'll forget."