"Then why say that? Of course I should be sorry. Because you and I couldn't fit things properly together—"
"Is that how it seems to you now?" she interrupted.
"Well, could we? Is it any good going over it all again? Did you ever imagine me to be the type of man who would consent to being followed, as you followed me that night? I can't suppose you did; otherwise, would you have tried to hide it from me? But I don't lose any friendly regard for you because of that."
"You don't object to being here, then?" she asked eagerly.
"No; certainly not! Why should I?"
"Would you come again if nothing of that were ever mentioned any more between us—would you come again?"
"Yes, willingly. Now that I see that your intention is to be perfectly reasonable, I would—willingly. Why not? I don't see why we should be enemies."
"No," said Sally quickly; "neither do I—neither do I."
He drank through his tea. One mouthful—they were such tiny cups; but that is the way a man takes his entertainment.
"Have a good time down at Cailsham?" he asked presently.