'"Will you pardon me if I have offended you?" I whispered.
'"I have nothing to pardon."
'"Forgive me, then?"
'"I have nothing to forgive."
'"Good-night."
'"Good-night, Mr. Clinton."
'She did not even take my hand, and we parted.
'"What's up, old fellow?" asked Vassal Holland, as we strolled away to our bungalow in the lines.
'"By Jove, I can't tell you."
'"You've not made your innings, any way?"