"And you're not angry? Then will you lend me some money to buy a hat, and then we will go straight on to London."
"Yes," said Edward, controlling Charles, who had just seen the peaches and thought they looked like something to eat. "But—if you won't think me a selfish brute I should like to say just one thing."
"Yes—" She wrinkled her brows apprehensively.
"Neither Charles nor I have had any luncheon. Would you very much mind if we—"
"Oh, how hateful of me not to remember!" she said. "Let me come and talk to you and feed Charles. What a darling he is! And you do forgive me, and you do understand? And we're friends again, just as we were before?"
"Yes. Just as we were."
"It's curious," she said, as they went back through the red and green and blue and yellow of the garden, "that I feel as though I knew you ever so much better, now we've quarreled."
Mr. Schultz had, it appeared, after all, paid for the two luncheons. Edward sent him two ten-pound notes and the sovereign, "with compliments and thanks."
"And that's the end of poor Mr. Schultz," she said, gaily, and, as it proved, with complete inaccuracy.