“I am not wrong. Never mind. I suppose it is a secret. Perhaps I shall find out some day. But will you forgive me for being so hateful? Can you? What is the matter?”
“Nothing—nothing. I—you are too good to me, that is all. I don't deserve it.”
“Hush! And we will be friends again?”
“Yes. . . . . Oh, no! no! I must not think of it. It is impossible.”
“Must not think of it? When I ask you to? Can't you forgive me, after all?”
“There was nothing to forgive.”
“Yes, there was, a great deal. Is there something else? Are you still angry with me because of what I said that afternoon at the gate?”
“No, of course not.”
“It was hateful of me, I know. But I could see that you wished to avoid me and I was provoked. Besides, you have punished me for that. You have snubbed me twice since, sir.”
“I snubbed YOU?”