"And you will never be cross to me again?"
"Never."
"And you are deeply grieved you behaved so infamously to me?"
"I am indeed."
"And I looked lovely all the evening?"
"I never beheld anything half so lovely."
"And I dance very nicely?"
"Beautifully. Quito like a fairy." Whereupon we both laugh merrily, and anger and resentment are forgotten.
CHAPTER XXIII.
We are all more or less late for breakfast next morning, Mr. Thornton being the only one who exhibits much symptom of life. He is, if possible, a degree gayer, more sprightly than usual, and talks incessantly to any one who will be kind enough to listen to him.