One makes allowances for a fellow like that." "I believe you make allowances for everyone," said Dot, impetuously.
"Don't you ?" he asked.
"No, I am afraid I don't." There was a pause.

The garden door was closed behind them.

They stood alone.
Lucas Errol's eyes travelled over the stretch of lawn that lay between them and the house, dwelt for a few thoughtful seconds upon nothing in particular, and finally sought those of the girl at his side.
"One must be fair, Miss Waring," he said gently.

"I can't imagine you being deliberately unfair to anyone." She flushed again.

There was something in his manner that she could not quite fathom, but it was something that she could not possibly resent.
"Not deliberately--of course," she said after a moment, as he waited for an answer.
"Of course not," he agreed, in his courteous, rather tired voice.