“You weren’t rude,” she said.
“I didn’t know you were so keen on this suffrage business.”
“Nor I. You haven’t had it on your mind all this time?”
“I have rather. I felt somehow I’d hurt you.”
“You didn’t. I—I hurt myself.”
“I mean—”
“I behaved like an idiot, that’s all. My nerves were in rags. I was worried. We’re the hysterical animal, Mr. Capes. I got myself locked up to cool off. By a sort of instinct. As a dog eats grass. I’m right again now.”
“Because your nerves were exposed, that was no excuse for my touching them. I ought to have seen—”
“It doesn’t matter a rap—if you’re not disposed to resent the—the way I behaved.”
“I resent!”