"It's a devastating feeling! You made me feel just the same the day I travelled with you.

So now we're quits." "Won't you--please--try to forget that day in the train ?" he said quickly.

"I behaved like a bore.

I'm afraid I've no real excuse to offer, except that I'd been reminded of something that happened long ago--and I wanted to be alone." "To enjoy the memory in solitude ?" hazarded Sara flippantly.

She was still nervous and talking rather at random, scarcely heeding what she said.
A look of bitter irony crossed his face.
"Hardly that," he said shortly, and Sara knew that somehow she had again inadvertently laid her hand upon an old hurt.