If he had been a little harsh with Miss Standish tonight, he would make up for it by apologizing tomorrow.

She would probably have recovered her balance by that time, and they would laugh over her excitement and their little adventure.
That is, he would.

"I'm not at all curious in the matter," some persistent voice kept telling him, "and I haven't any interest in knowing what irrational whim drove her to my cabin." But he smoked viciously and smiled grimly as the voice kept at him.

He would have liked to obliterate Rossland from his mind.

But Rossland persisted in bobbing up, and with him Mary Standish's words, "If I should make an explanation, you would hate me," or something to that effect.