"Nothing that need disturb you, Lord George. Do not look such daggers at me. But women have to be forbearing to each other. She is your wife, and you may be sure I shall never say a nasty word about her,—unless she makes herself very objectionable to me."
"Nobody can say nasty things about her."
"That is all right, then. And now what have you to say to me about myself? I am not going to be gloomy because a little misfortune has happened. It is not my philosophy to cry after spilt milk."
"I will sit down a minute," he said; for hitherto he had been standing.
"Certainly; and I will sit opposite to you,—for ten minutes if you wish it. I see that there is something to be said. What is it?"
"All that has passed between you and me for the last month or two must be forgotten."
"Oh, that is it!"
"I will not make her miserable, nor will I bear a burden upon my own conscience."
"Your conscience! What a speech for a man to make to a woman! And how about my conscience? And then one thing further. You say that it must be all forgotten?"
"Yes, indeed."