Harry looked at her in surprise.
"It isn't what I did so much," he said hesitatingly, "as what I said—I—want—you to forgive me——"
Paula smiled.
"There's nothing to forgive, Mr. Parkes. The fact is, you won't think I—I'm rude, will you—but—I hardly remember what happened last night. I was very weak and foolish, and I'm afraid I gave way to—to tears. I don't believe in tears—it seems you're sorry for yourself—and I'm not sorry for myself—I'm angry with my relations—I'm angry because they make me angry. I love peace and happiness and a calm, quiet life—and they make my existence a hell on earth—with their attacks on my father and mother and their lawsuits. My heart is always in my mouth—I'm always afraid that something dreadful is going to happen—any moment I may hear the Court's decision. I'm unhappy, Mr. Parkes—and I've no right to be unhappy. I'm young and I have a happy disposition—every capacity to enjoy my life but——" Shaking her head, she added: "But there, I'm not going to bother you with my troubles. You're home early——"
"You're sure that you're not angry with me?"
"Why, no—what for—whatever did you say or do?"
He hesitated and looked at her, trying to read her mind. Her self-possession disconcerted him.
"Never mind," he said finally, "I was very foolish——"
"Were you?" she replied calmly. "I didn't notice anything out of the ordinary."
He advanced a step nearer and his voice was agitated, as he burst out: