Jamie [passing it to her]. Where you going?
Hilda [after a moment's hesitation]. I'm going to wake up the girl.
Jamie [attempting to restrain her]. Oh, don't do that; I'm very sorry——
Hilda [icily]. There's no need of your being sorry, at all.
Jamie. But I——
Hilda [with arctic frigidity]. It is quite unnecessary for us to say anything further about it, I think.
Jamie [pleading]. Won't you forgive me?
Hilda. [For answer she tosses her head.]
Jamie [in the same tone as before]. Won't you—Hilda?