"It's time I was getting back to the hospital." Boyce rose too.

"How are you going ?" he asked.
"I'm walking." He advanced a step towards her.

"Won't you let me run you round in the car ?" "I prefer to walk." Her tone was final.

She took affectionate leave of me and went to the door, which Boyce held open.
"Good-night," she said, without proffering her hand.
He followed her out into the hall.
"Betty," he said in a low voice, "won't you ever forgive me ?" "I have no feelings towards you either of forgiveness or resentment," she replied.
They did not mean to be overheard, but my hearing is unusually acute, and I could not help catching their conversation.
"I know I seem to have behaved badly to you." "You have behaved worse to others," said Betty.

"I don't wonder at your shrinking from showing your face here." Then, louder, for my benefit.
"Good-night, Major Boyce.