"And I do not care if you are angry.

I am glad I did it." "Glad ?" echoed Maimie again, not knowing what to say.
"Yes, glad," he said, exultantly.

"Are you ?" She made no reply.

The door opened behind them.

She sank down upon the piano-stool and let her hands fall upon the keys.
"Are you ?" he demanded, ignoring the interruption.
With her head low down, while she struck the chords of the hymn they had just sung, she said, hesitatingly, "I am not sorry." "Sorry for what ?" said Harry.
"Oh, nothing," said Maimie, lightly.
"Nobody is, if he has got any sense." Then Mrs.Murray came in.