"Before I can tell you I must know something."
Carefully she rolled another white strip, her eyes on her task. "What must you know?"
"That you have forgiven me."
The color rushed into her cheeks as she answered: "Don't you know that?"
"But I must hear you say it so that we can start square again; don't you see?"
"I suppose that we will be always starting over again, won't we?" Then as she saw his face she added quickly: "I mean—I—I was thinking of the Company—and—father's work."
"But you forgive me this time?" he insisted.
"Yes; I forgive you, and I am glad—so glad that I can."
"And we are square again?"
"Yes; we are square again—until next time." She added the words sadly.