He was still frowning.

As he came into the hall he encountered the girl, who was now looking after another chamber.

She had on a white dusting cap, beneath which her chubby face shone good-naturedly.

Drouet almost forgot his worry in the fact that she was smiling on him.

He put his hand familiarly on her shoulder, as if only to greet her in passing.
"Got over being mad ?" she said, still mischievously inclined.
"I'm not mad," he answered.
"I thought you were," she said, smiling.
"Quit your fooling about that," he said, in an offhand way.