This was too much of a good thing.

"Be careful, or my rudeness will become more truthful than even you will be able to swallow.

Twice last week you arranged for me to take you over and both times you turned me down and went off with young Oldershaw." "What IS happening to my memory ?" asked Joan.
"It must be the sea air." He turned on his heel and walked away.
In an instant she was up and after him, with her hand on his arm.
"I'm awfully sorry, Gilbert," she said.

"Do forgive me." "I'd forgive you if you were sorry, but you're not." "Yes, I am." He drew his arm away.

"No.