She mumbled it quickly, hoping he would not distinguish the adaptation she made in the sentence he had dictated; but Moore heard and defeated her.
"That won't do," he said sternly. "Try again."
"Tyrant!" she exclaimed ferociously.
"That is not a pretty name, Bessie."
"It is appropriate," she said, coldly.
"Go on with the apology."
The girl made an effort and proceeded with her unwilling penance in the meekest of tones.
"Tom, I am truly sorry for the cross things I have said to you to-night. Now give me it."
"Don't be in such a hurry, Bessie. There is more to be said."
"Oh, dear! will you never be satisfied?"