Yet, oddly enough, the anger died out of Columbine's face as she heard it.

She turned to the tablecloth-press and began to unwind it in silence.
Mrs.Peck sniffed, and took up the soup-tureen.
As she waddled out of the kitchen Columbine withdrew the parlour tablecloth and turned round.
"If you're really sorry," she said, "I'll forgive you." Rufus regarded her for several seconds in silence, a slow smile dawning in his eyes.

"Thank you," he said finally.
"You are sorry then ?" insisted Columbine.
He shook his great bull-head, the smile still in his eyes.

"I wouldn't have missed it for anything," he said.
There was no perceptible familiarity in the remark, and Columbine, after brief consideration, decided to dismiss it without discussion.

"Well, let it be a lesson to you, and don't you ever do such a thing again!" she said severely.