I did it in a moment of irritation--wanting to have the stupid thing contradicted right and left, as fast as possible.

I won't do it again." They were on excellent terms once more.

Irene felt a singular pleasure in his having apologised; it was one of the very rare occasions of his yielding to her on any point whatever.

Never had she felt so kindly disposed to him.
Arnold was going to Paris, and on business; he hinted at something pending between his Company and a French Syndicate.
"You are a sort of informal diplomatist," said Irene, her interest keen.
"Now and then, yes.

And"-- he added with the frankness which was one of his more amiable points--"I rather like it." "One sees that you do.