“I beg your pardon,” he said humbly.
“What for?” asked Miss Gething innocently in her turn.
Soon tired of devious paths, in which he lost himself, Wilson tried a direct one again. “For trying to kiss you and then pretending I didn’t know what you meant when you refused,” he said bluntly.
“Captain Wilson!” said Miss Gething breathlessly, “I—I don’t know what you mean.”
“Yes you do,” said Wilson calmly.
The sparkle came in Miss Gething’s eye again, then she bit her lip and turned her head away miserably realizing her inability to treat this transgressor with the severity that he deserved.
“This is the first time you have ever said things of this sort to a girl, I should think,” she said at last.
“Yes,” said Wilson simply.
“You want practice,” said Miss Gething scornfully.
“That’s just what I do want,” said Wilson eagerly.