"Perfectly, perfectly," said he, "and I can only express my regret that you should have mistaken my own mood, which, I am confident, was exactly the thing his lordship might have felt."
"I gladly accept your apology, sir," I returned quickly, "as I should have accepted his lordship's had his manner permitted any misapprehension on my part. And in return I wish to apologize most contritely for the phrase I applied to you just after it happened, sir. I rarely use strong language, but"
"I remember hearing none," said he.
"I regret to say, sir, that I called you a blighted little mug"
"You needn't have mentioned it," he replied with just a trace of sharpness, "and I trust that in future"
"I am sure, sir, that in future you will give me no occasion to misunderstand your intentions—no more than would his lordship," I added as he raised his brows.
Thus in a manner wholly unexpected was a frightful situation eased off.
"I'm so glad it's settled!" cried Mrs. Effie, who had listened almost breathlessly to our exchange.
"I fancy I settled it as Cradleigh would have—eh, Ruggles?" And the man actually smiled at me.
"Entirely so, sir," said I.
"If only it doesn't get out," said Mrs. Effie now. "We shouldn't want it known in Red Gap. Think of the talk!"
"Certainly," rejoined Mr. Belknap-Jackson jauntily, "we are all here above gossip about an affair of that sort, I am sure" He broke off and looked uneasily at
