“And yet you tore it up?”
“But that was the first impulse. The pasting it together was the apology.”
“And you will not show it to me?”
“No, I will not.”
“Did you answer it?”
“I will tell you nothing more about it. I am sorry I spoke of the letter at all. You don’t appreciate Mr. Trenton’s work.”
“Oh, I beg your pardon, I do. He has no greater admirer in England than I am—except himself, of course.”
“I suppose it makes no difference to you to know that I don’t like a remark like that.”
“Oh, I thought it would please you. You see, with the exception of myself, Mr. Trenton is about the rudest man in England. In fact, I begin to suspect it was Mr. Trenton’s letter that led you to a wholesale condemning of the English race, for you admit the Englishmen you have met were not rude.”
“You forget I have met you since then.”