He tapped gently on the shutter of the lattice.
"Bebee--Bebee--just listen.

I spoke roughly, dear--I know I have no right.

I am sorry.

Will you be friends with me again ?--do be friends again." She opened the shutter a little way, so that he could see her pretty mouth speaking, "we are friends--we will always be friends, of course--only you do not know.

Good night." He went away with a heavy heart and a long-drawn step.