"Now, then," she said, "what did I do wrong to-night ?" Peter was horribly uncomfortable.

He felt how little he knew this girl, and he felt also how much he loved her.
"Nothing, dear," he said; "I was a beast." "Well," she said, "if you won't tell me, I'll tell you.

I was quite proper to-night, immensely and intensely proper, and you didn't like it.
You had never seen me so.

You thought, too, that I was making up to your friend.

Isn't that so ?" Peter nodded.