"Oh, is that it?" said Juliet. "I knew there was something the matter."
He nodded, and suddenly she saw his chin quiver. "I hate a row with
Dicky," he said miserably.
Her heart went out to him, he looked so forlorn. "Why don't you go and tell him you're sorry?" she said gently.
"Not—sorry," articulated Robin, with a sniff.
The matter presented difficulties. Juliet tried to hedge. "What have you been doing?"
"Quarrelling," said Robin.
"What! With Dick?"
"No." Again he glanced at her, and wiped a hasty hand across his eyes.
"Dick!" he repeated, as if in derision at her colossal ignorance.
"Well, but who then?" she questioned. "That is—of course don't tell me if you'd rather not!"
"Don't mind," said Robin. "I'll tell you anything. It was—Jack." He suddenly turned to her fully with blazing eyes. "I—hate—Jack!" he said very emphatically.