"The trouble is, I'm afraid I'll show too much interest and seem to be prying."
"Will you please step up here where I'll not be obliged to shout at you?"
He obeyed so promptly that he fairly scrambled up the stairs.
"You said down there in the hall last evening that my father was angry and that an angry man says a great deal that he doesn't mean. My father was very, very angry when he and. I arrived home last night."
"I reckoned he would be."
"In his anger he talked to me very freely about you. The question is, should I believe anything he said?"
"I—I don't know," he stammered, "You're not going back on your own statement about an angry man, are you?"
"I don't think it's fair to accept all his statements."
"I'm sorry you still hold that opinion. You see I drew some conclusions of my own from what my father said to me, and those conclusions urge me to apologize to you for the Corson family. I'm afraid you didn't find my father in an apologetic mood this morning."
"Not exactly."