"You never mean that. Which is why I must think of it for you. I can at least offer you higher terms."
"But," she persisted, "I should hate to take them. I want you to have the thing. That's to say I want you to have it. You must not go paying me more for that."
"I see," he said, "you want to make up."
She looked at him. He was smiling complacently, in the fulness of his understanding of her.
"My dear Miss Holland," he went on, "there must be no making up. Nothing of that sort between you and me."
"There isn't," she said. "What is there to make up for? For your not getting me?"
He smiled again as if that idea amused him.
"Or," said she, "for my making you take Mr. Tanqueray?"
"You didn't make me," he said. "I took him to please you."
"Well," she said; "and you'll take me now, to please me."