“Ann, dear, I want you to believe that whatever happens I am always your friend.”
She answered:
“I saw Rita this morning. She’s all right.”
“That’s good.”
“I was awful, wasn’t I? Something seemed to come over me. I didn’t want to be a beast, really I didn’t. Only I do hate it when you can say what you mean and I can’t. I do want to make it up, Renny. Only it doesn’t seem like ordinary rows, does it?”
“Come and see me to-night, Ann. You might tell old Martin I can’t take the car out to-day.”
“You’re not ill, are you?”
“No. Only what you’d call queer.”
Kilner followed her out.
“What’s the matter with him?” she asked.