"And you will forget it yourself?" she insisted.
He lowered his eyes suddenly, and it was as if a light had unexpectedly gone out. She waited in the dark with a beating heart.
And then with a great clash the bells broke out overhead and further speech became impossible. Jake wheeled without warning, and walked away.
She stood and watched him go, still with that sense of coming fate upon her. Her heart was leaping wildly like a chained thing seeking to escape.
As for Jake, he rejoined Bunny and squarely resumed the journey back to the town, without the smallest sign of discomposure.
He seemed somewhat absent, however, trudging along in almost unbroken silence; and it was not until he laid the boy down at length in his own room that he said, "Now, look here, youngster! If you can't be decently civil to your sister, I've done with you. Understand?"
Bunny turned impulsively and buried his face in Jake's sleeve. "All right. Don't jaw!" he begged in muffled accents.
Jake remained unmoved. "I've been wanting to punch your head most of the afternoon," he remarked severely.
"You can do it now if you like," muttered Bunny, burrowing a little deeper.
Jake did not respond to the invitation. "Why can't you behave yourself anyway?" he said.