‘Oh, be a sport, for Heaven’s sake! One would think you were at a Dorcas Society,’ I said, getting rattled.
‘Very well, Johnnie, if you’re going to be rude, and not man enough to face things out, you can go. Men may be scarce, but girls, at least, have a sense of decency and pride.’
‘Awfully sorry, old girl. Really, I didn’t mean to be nasty. But, you know, you are making a song about it. I’m really sorry, or I shouldn’t be here. I’ve been dying to come all the time. I vowed I would never see you again. But here I am. It’s all you!’
She smiled. She was a woman, after all. (Between you and me, Adela was a bit soft on your humble.)
‘You’ll never do it again, will you?’
‘Never—honest Injun!’
‘Very well, you’re pardoned. And here’s a kiss.’
‘You’re a sport, Adela. But what about those other fellows?’
‘The Australians?’
‘Yes.’