"You don't like Sir Percival?" said she, calmly.
"Not I," said Moore. "I see through his fine manners easy enough."
"He says I would make a good actress," continued Bessie, as though flattered by the idea.
Moore bit his lip in anger, but spoke calmly enough when he answered:
"He did n't say you would make a good wife?"
It was Bessie's turn to lose her temper.
"Oh, Tom," she snapped crossly. "I shall be angry."
Moore sat down on the bench previously ornamented by Patsy's youthful form.
"I'd rather you would be angry than sorry," he said, moodily.
There was a short silence. For a moment Bessie hesitated between anger and apology, then her real regard for Moore triumphed and she decided not to torment him further.