"Fought what thing to a finish?"
He was sorry to have used the expression. "Oh, there's still a jolly lot to settle up, you know."
"But I thought everything was arranged—that you'd accepted the situation."
He stretched himself more comfortably before the fire. "We'd a row," he said, suddenly.
"A row? What kind of a row?"
"A street row—just like two hooligans. He struck me."
"Rupert!" She half sprang up. "He—"
Ashley swung round in his chair. He was smiling.
"Oh, I beg your pardon," she cried, in confusion. "I can't think what made me call you that. I never do—never. It was the surprise—and the shock—"
"That's all right," he assured her. "I often call you Drusilla when I'm talking to Olivia. I don't see why we shouldn't—we've always been such pals—and we're going to be a kind of cousins—"