‘O yes,’ she anxiously replied. ‘I—didn’t mean to make you think I had no heart.’ At this Bob inclined his countenance towards hers. ‘No,’ she said, smiling through two incipient tears as she drew back. ‘You are to show good behaviour for six months, and you must promise not to frighten me again by running off when I—show you how badly you have served me.’
‘I am yours obedient—in anything,’ cried Bob. ‘But am I pardoned?’
Youth is foolish; and does a woman often let her reasoning in favour of the worthier stand in the way of her perverse desire for the less worthy at such times as these? She murmured some soft words, ending with ‘Do you repent?’
It would be superfluous to transcribe Bob’s answer.
Footsteps were heard without.
‘O begad; I forgot!’ said Bob. ‘He’s waiting out there for a light.’
‘Who?’
‘My friend Derriman.’
‘But, Bob, I have to explain.’
But Festus had by this time entered the lobby, and Anne, with a hasty ‘Get rid of him at once!’ vanished upstairs.