He was evidently of those who consider that an apology condones any offence, and, though she was far from agreeing with him on this point, it was not in her to be churlish.
She smiled at him without speaking.
"Sure you're not angry with me ?" urged the Squire.
She nodded.

"Yes, quite sure.

Won't you go on where you left off ?" "Where did I leave off ?" He frowned.

"Oh yes, you asked for details.
Well, what do you want to know?
My wife always breakfasts in bed, so she wouldn't want you before ten.

But you'd live with us of course.