“You’re so sweet and generous!” he blurted out. “Why don’t you raise hell with me?”

“You know,” she said demurely, “I don’t raise hell, dear.”

“But I’ve behaved so rottenly–––”

“It really wasn’t friendly to neglect me so entirely.”

He looked down––laid one hand on hers in silence.

“I understand, Jim,” she said sweetly. “Is it all right now?”

“It’s all right.... Of course I haven’t changed.”

“Oh.”

“But it’s all right.”

“Really?”