That had not been her fault, poor girl.

He had been too hard on her.

He would go and make amends.
As Willy entered the house, Sim was coming out of it.

They passed without a word.
"Forgive me, Rotha," said Willy, walking up to her and taking her hand.

"I spoke in haste and too harshly." Rotha let her hand lie in his, but made no reply.