“I saw you among the trees,” said Bonaventure without preamble.
“What then?” demanded Peregrine, the pupils of his eyes narrowing.
“Merely,” quoth the Count lightly, “that I wish to make you an apology.”
“No need,” said Peregrine shortly.
“Yet I did you an injury.”
“Methinks I did you one,” said Peregrine, looking at the bound arm.
“’Tis one will mend,” was the reply.
Peregrine was silent.
“Yet, perchance,” said the Count musing, “the injury I did you was not so great as at first sight might appear.”
“I find it a benefit,” said Peregrine very dryly.