He dismounted from his bicycle, and came back, pushing it before him, good-natured relenting and awkwardness combining in his look.
"All right," he said.

"I apologise--if it's cold fact.

I'm not calling you a liar." "Thank you," still a little stiffly, from Mount Dunstan.
The unabashed good cheer of G.Selden carried him lightly over a slightly difficult moment.

He laughed, pushing his cap back, of course, and looking over the hedge at the sweep of park, with a group of deer cropping softly in the foreground.
"I guess I should get a bit hot myself," he volunteered handsomely, "if I was an earl, and owned a place like this, and a fool fellow came along and took me for a tramp.

That was a pretty bad break, wasn't it?
But I did say you didn't look like it.