"Oh, I thought you meant sorry you stopped and talked to me."
"Of course not. That is, if it doesn't get you into a row."
"And if it did——?"
"Well, a chap doesn't like getting people into rows. Look here—that beggar wants talking to!"
Louie dropped her eyes. "I've been in rows before," she said.
Instantly he cheered up. "Oh, I see! You mean it wouldn't be much?"
"Well, your aunt can't exactly skin me." At the recollection of Mrs. Lovenant-Smith she glanced with satisfaction at her hands.
"Oh, I'll make that all right with her," said Roy Lovenant-Smith hopefully.
She looked at him. He was an innocent! "You know what that would mean?" she said.
"What?"