"Is it not enough that you see me here moiling and muddling for my daily bread while you are sitting there in your success, that you can't refrain from opening old wounds by calling out my name ?" She flushed, and was struck dumb for some moments; but she forgave his unreasoning anger, knowing so well in what it had its root.

"I am sorry I offended you by speaking," she replied, meekly.

"Believe me, I did not intend to do that.

I could hardly sit here so near you without a word of recognition." Winterborne's heart had swollen big, and his eyes grown moist by this time, so much had the gentle answer of that familiar voice moved him.
He assured her hurriedly, and without looking at her, that he was not angry.

He then managed to ask her, in a clumsy, constrained way, if she had had a pleasant journey, and seen many interesting sights.