"I'm surprised that you should be so disgusted with me," said Tony.
The ghostly laughter pealed again, and at the same time he remembered that "if the man's a sport, he laughs too." He threw back his head, and startled her with a hearty laugh.
"Mr. Furlonger!"
"I'm sorry—but things struck me suddenly as rather funny."
"How?"
"Oh, I don't suppose they'd strike you the same way. But it seems funny you should care whether I'm disgusted or not."
"I do—of course I do; and I can't see why you are disgusted. After all you said...."
"Damn all I said!—I'm sorry, but I never thought of a case like this." He blushed, remembering the case he had thought of.
They walked down the hill—they could see Redpale now, huddling beneath them in its orchards. The colours of the sunset had grown fainter, and pale, trembling lights burned on the barn-roofs and the pond.