He had ignored her apology so jauntily that she could not venture to renew it.
She glanced at him after a little to ascertain whether smile or frown had supervened.

But both were gone.

He looked back at her gravely, though without reproof.
"Poor little one!" he said.

"It frightened you, no ?" She drew a deep breath.

"Oh, Bertie, what were you doing ?" "I was fighting," he said.
"But why?
You might--you might have killed him! Perhaps you have!" He stiffened slightly, and twisted one end of his small moustache.