Bert nodded. “Did you notice it?” he asked, mildly surprised.
“Did I notice it? Well, rather! You’ve been as—as grouchy as a bear.”
“Have I?” asked the other penitently. “I guess I have. I’m sorry, Hugh. I guess I was particularly nasty the other night, wasn’t I?”
“Well, you weren’t exactly sweet-tempered,” chuckled Hugh.
“I guess I was a regular beast. I wish you’d—er—forget it.”
“All right. I fancy I lost my temper a bit too.”
“I didn’t mean”—Bert spoke from behind a towel—“what I said about rooming with you, Hugh. I—I’m sorry I was such a cad.”
“Oh, don’t talk so sick,” muttered Hugh, backing away from the door. “I didn’t pay any attention to it. Now shut up. I’ve got to wash.”