"Perfectly horrid to me."
"'Horrid,' you think?" barked Captain Ross. "In the office? You don't understand that I'm as much on active service there behind a pen as I was when I was able to be behind a gun? 'Horrid.' Because I didn't make love to you there, and both of us on duty? If you imagine that I'm the kind of man who'd do that ever, I am afraid you are under a serious misapprehen——"
"But you weren't always in the office," protested Olwen, quickly, "and you were always horrid to me!"
"When, please?"
"Well, at lunch!"
"Because I only had lunch with you once a week?"
"You didn't 'have lunch with me,'" Olwen demurely reminded him. "You happened to be lunching at the same place on Fridays."
"That's hair-splitting," snapped Captain Ross.
Exactly as if he never split hairs! As if he had not been splitting hairs for the last six months. That is, the same hair. And with a hatchet.
He felt that he was burying that hatchet now——if she would only let him.