Pats reflected. “There were several.”
“Oh, Patsy! Are you so bad as that?”
“As what?”
“But you did not mean to do him injury, did you?”
“I do him injury?” he inquired, in a mild surprise. “Why, what are you driving at, Elinor?”
“I mean the quarrel in the arbor.”
“And what happened?”
“You know very well.”
“Indeed I do! But there were several quarrels. Which one do you mean?”
“I mean the one when you were violent–and murderous.”