"Come down to the green walk," said Nora.

"I was savage to you last night, and I want to beg your pardon." "You were savage," said Priscilla, smiling, "and you shall have my pardon.

Who would not pardon you any offence, if you asked it ?" "I am so miserable!" she said.
"But why ?" "I don't know.

I can't tell.

And it is of no use talking about it now, for it is all over.