Thereupon she became more familiar than ever in order to bounce matters through.
"Don't do it in the dignified way! You wanted to see me, didn't you?
But you didn't intend us to stand looking at one another like a couple of chinaware dogs.

We've both been in the wrong--Oh, I certainly forgive you!" And herewith they agreed not to talk of that affair again, Muffat nodding his assent as Nana spoke.

He was calmer now but as yet could find nothing to say, though a thousand things rose tumultuously to his lips.

Surprised at his apparent coldness, she began acting a part with much vigor.
"Come," she continued with a faint smile, "you're a sensible man! Now that we've made our peace let's shake hands and be good friends in future." "What?
Good friends ?" he murmured in sudden anxiety.
"Yes; it's idiotic, perhaps, but I should like you to think well of me.
We've had our little explanation out, and if we meet again we shan't, at any rate look like a pair of boobies." He tried to interrupt her with a movement of the hand.
"Let me finish! There's not a man, you understand, able to accuse me of doing him a blackguardly turn; well, and it struck me as horrid to begin in your case.

We all have our sense of honor, dear boy." "But that's not my meaning!" he shouted violently.