Antoinette looked on, with a sentimental moisture in her eyes.
"The poor angel," she repeated.
Later, I gave Stenson a succinct account of what had occurred.

I owed it to my reputation.

Then I went upstairs and dressed for dinner.

I consider I owe that to Stenson.

It was eight o'clock before I sat down, but Antoinette's ducklings were delicious and brought consolation for the upheaval of the day.