Justina came to Lennox Gardens last night at about half-past six.
Theophila.
It hadn’t struck you as at all likely——?
Fraser.
No.
Theophila.
Men don’t think on some points, I suppose. They hit; they never expect to see a bruise.
Fraser.
The two days we passed in Court, Theophila, set me quite beside myself. I am here to express my deep, my unfeigned regret for my treatment of you. I—I humbly beg your pardon.
Theophila.