“Is that all?”
“And so anxious to earn your pardon.”
“You needn’t worry yourself about that. I don’t take the tricks of such midges as you into my philosophy.”
“But you haven’t forgiven me.”
“I don’t consider you at all. Are you offering to cry again?”
“No, I’m not—I’m not really.”
“Well, what did you make of that picture?”
“Nothing whatever.”
“Its a picture of my christening—the christening of Richard Gaskett. I got my name out of a pint pot. That old woman’s my grandmother. She’s fond of gin and peppermint; that’s why I put the bottles underneath. You know I’ve been away?”
“Yes.”