“Would they—What, papers?—Oh, you are making fun of——”
“I am making a search to find them,” interrupted Garde. “Here they are. I am so sorry they have detained you.”
“Thank you—oh, thank you,” said Henry, still stumbling confusedly. “It is such a lovely day I thought I should like to come back and—and—and see—if I had really left them here.”
“Yes, such a lovely day would make any one wish to do the same thing,” said Garde, gravely. “Now that you have them, you must be very happy again.”
“Yes, oh yes—no, no, the papers haven’t made me happy.”
“Then I am sorry you are sad,” said Garde. “Perhaps the lovely day outside will make you feel more joyous again.”
“But I am not sad,” protested Henry, getting momentarily redder. “I wanted to say—I wanted to come back——”
“Yes, you did say so, to get the papers.”
“No—yes!—but I wanted to say——”
“That you had left them, because it was such a lovely day?”