"Ah!"—shortly.
"Yes, that is what I mean, exactly; I don't want my aunt to think I've set you two at odds. She will be prejudiced against me in the beginning. Come, now," dropping her vexed tone and falling into a coaxing one, "go and make it up with your injured Pythias."
He regarded her in silence a moment.
"Should you like me any better if I did?" he inquired, after this thoughtful pause.
"Of course I should," she answered, in an animated tone.
"And it would really please you for me to tell Lancaster I was mistaken and am sorry?"
"Yes, I should like that, certainly."
He tried to look into the sparkling eyes, but they had wandered away from him. She was watching the flight of a sea-bird whose glancing wings were almost lost in the illimitable blue of the sky.
"If I do this thing it will be wholly for your sake," he said, meaningly.
"For my sake, then," she answered, carelessly; and then he rose and left her.