Here Naomi stopped him without ceremony.
“Was that what made you speak to me as you spoke when we found you at the wood?” she asked.
“Yes.”
“And was that what made you leave me, when you went away to Narrabee, without giving me a kiss at parting?”
“It was.”
“Beg my pardon for it before you say a word more.”
“I beg your pardon.”
“Say you are ashamed of yourself.”
“I am ashamed of myself,” Ambrose answered penitently.
“Now you may go on,” said Naomi. “Now I’m satisfied.”