"If you would win forgiveness, you should not remind me of the offence," she answered low.
"Nay," he rejoined, "that is to confound forgiveness with forgetfulness.
I want you to forgive and yet to remember." "That were to condone." "What else?
'Tis nothing less will satisfy me." "You expect too much," she answered, with a touch that was almost of sternness.
He shrugged and smiled whimsically.

"It is my way," he said apologetically.

"Nature has made me expectant, and life, whilst showing me the folly of it, has not yet cured me." She looked at him, and repeated her earlier question.

"Was it at your bidding that Lady Mary came to speak with me ?" "Fie!" he cried.

"What insinuations do you make against her ?" "Insinuations ?" "What else?
That she should do things at my bidding!" She smiled understanding.