'Yes, that is so.'
'Now, now, now,' said Nurse Wilks. 'Come, come, come!'
She eyed the two with that comfortable look of power and capability which comes naturally to women who have spent half a century in dealing with the young and fractious.
'We will have no quarrelling,' she said. 'Make it up at once. Master Frederick, give Miss Jane a nice kiss.'
The room rocked before Frederick's bulging eyes.
'A what?' he gasped.
'Give her a nice big kiss and tell her you're sorry you quarrelled with her.'
'She quarrelled with me.'
'Never mind. A little gentleman must always take the blame.'
Frederick, working desperately, dragged to the surface a sketchy smile.