But I was vague when I told you I'd see what could be done about your mother--and look at what I did, and how quickly and easily I did it! When I'm vague, it means a lot." And she entirely understood that his vagueness was calculated--out of pride.
They talked about Mr.Dayson a little.
"I must go now," said Hilda awkwardly.
"I'd like you to take that Hugo," he said.

"I dare say it would interest you....

Remind you of old times." "Oh no!" "You can return it, when you like." Her features became apologetic.

She had too hastily assumed that he wished to force a gift on her.
"Please!" he ejaculated.

No abuse this time of moral authority! But an appeal, boyish, wistful, supplicating.