“I'm sorry, Jeremy,” she muttered, hanging her head down.
“Oh, that's all right,” he answered, turning away from her and pulling at the string. “It was a beastly thing to do all the same,” he added.
“Will you forgive me?” she asked.
“Oh, there isn't any forgiveness about it. Girls are queer, I suppose. I don't understand them myself. There, that's better... I say, it was simply beastly under that tree—”
“Was it?”
“Beastly! There was something howling somewhere—a cat or something.”
“You do forgive me, don't you?”
“Yes, yes... I say, is that right now? Oh, it won't stay there. It's the wall or something.”
He came down from the chair yawning.
“Jim's nice,” he confided to her. “He's going to take me ratting one day!”