"And I should be introduced to him."
"Anything else?" she queried sarcastically.
On the whole that drive home could not be considered a success. The very warmth of their feelings towards each other gave them a power to wound that they seemed to take a perverse pleasure in exercising to the full. But Greg thought of how it would be after she left him, and his heart sunk. As they drew near the Stickney Arms he made an effort to mend matters.
"We don't seem to be getting on very well to-night."
"I'm sure it's not my fault," she retorted with her chin in the air.
This was not promising, but he persisted. "I'm sorry if I have been rude or rough. Forgive me, and admit that you were just a little bit to blame too."
"I shall do nothing of the kind! I should never let any man take such a tone of command towards me, least of all a stranger. It's ridiculous!"
"I'm sorry. Forgive me," said Greg again.
"Oh, it's easy to ask forgiveness. You can't expect to make me as angry as you possibly can, and then have me turn around and forgive you for the asking."
As the cab slowed down Greg said: "At least say good-night to me nicely."