“I suppose I shall have to forgive you—more or less. One can’t exactly quarrel with one’s next door neighbour.” Burke smiled grimly.
“Can’t one?”
“Well, there’s Judith to be considered.”
“A rather curious expression came into her eyes.
“Yes,” he agreed. “There’s Judith to be considered.” There was a hint of irony in the dry tones.
“It would complicate matters if I were not on speaking terms with her brother,” pursued Jean.
She waited for his answer, but none came. The threatened possibility contained in her speech appeared to have fallen on deaf ears, and the silence seemed likely to continue indefinitely.
Jean prompted him gently.
“You might, at least, say you are sorry for—for——”
“For kissing you?”—swiftly.