"Hullo, Jane," he said, and joined in the intercourse with Honey to give her time. Her small pale face had flushed, and she was evidently struggling with a quite unusual emotion.
"It's about time we were going home to wash up," he suggested at last, as she seemed no nearer speech.
She dropped her hand from Honey's head and turned to face him, braced for effort.
"I wanted to say something to you. Do you mind?"
"Something you want me to do for you?"
"Oh, no. Nothing like that. It's just that I wasn't very nice to you when you came home from America, and I want to apologise."
"Oh, Jane," he said, wanting to take the small brave figure in his arms.
"It wasn't because I wanted to be horrid to you," she said, anxious that he should understand. "It was because-it was because — "
"I know why it was."
"Do you?"