limped into the middle of the room. This might be forgiveness, but it did not look like it, and he wondered whether she had got him here on false pretences.
“Good morning,” said he.
Miss Mapp inclined her head. Silence was gold.
“I understood from Major Flint—” began Puffin.
Speech could be gold too.
“If,” said Miss Mapp, “you have come to speak about Major Flint you have wasted your time. And mine!”
(How different from Major Benjy, she thought. What a shrimp!)
The shrimp gave a slight gasp. The thing had got to be done, and the sooner he was out of range of this powerful woman the better.
“I am extremely sorry for what I said to you the other night,” he said.
“I am glad you are sorry,” said Miss Mapp.
“I offer you my apologies for what I said,” continued Puffin.
The whip whistled.
“When you spoke to me on the occasion to which you refer,” said Miss Mapp, “I saw of course at once that you were not in a condition to speak to anybody. I instantly did you that justice, for I am just to everybody. I paid no more attention to what you said than I should have paid to any tipsy vagabond in the slums. I daresay you hardly remember what you said, so that before I hear your expression of regret, I will remind you of it. You threatened, unless I promised to tell nobody in what a disgusting condition you were, to say that I was tipsy. Elizabeth Mapp tipsy! That was what you said, Captain Puffin.”
