"It was stupid of me." "I am sorry I got into a bad temper," she answered, laughing.

"It was stupid of me." "I think I have said enough to apologize," he said.

"It is a process I dislike very much." And with that he wished her good-night and went to his room.
But that was not the end of the matter, for the next day when he was taking his breakfast with her, he of his own accord returned to the subject.
"It was partly your own fault that I vexed you last night," he said.
"You have never before been touchy, and so I have become accustomed to saying what I choose.

And it is not in my nature to be flattering." "That is a very truthful statement of yours," she said, as she poured out her coffee.

"But I own I was touchy.