“And now I expect an apology, and an acknowledgment that you are heartily ashamed of yourself.”
“Do you expect that, really?”
“Well, I’ll alter the form of words, and say that I ought to get it.”
“Well, you won’t.”
“I thought as much. But I am willing to compound for a promise that you will never be so foolish again. There! That’s downright magnanimous, isn’t it?”
Mabin shook her head.
“I won’t promise,” said she. “It’s too risky.”
“You haven’t much faith in me then?”
“I haven’t much faith in—myself. If I were to see you again apparently absorbed in a very beautiful woman and her misfortunes, I should feel the same again. Especially a widow!”
“But Mrs. Dale was not a widow!”