"Do you think we have anything to say to one another?"
"Volumes."
She shifted her feet a little so that she should not touch him.
"Are you still angry with me?" he asked, the shadow of a smile on his lips and his eyes melting.
"Not a bit," she laughed.
"I don't think you'd laugh if you weren't."
"You're mistaken; I despise you much too much to be angry with you."
He was unruffled.
"I think you're rather hard on me. Looking back calmly, don't you honestly think I was right?"
"From your standpoint."