"And as far as that goes, I and my business require no interference either.

And I believe that settles it." He touched a button; the man-servant appeared to usher Selwyn out.
The latter set his teeth in his under lip and looked straight and hard at Neergard, but Neergard thrust both hands in his pockets, turned squarely on his heel, and sauntered out of the room, yawning as he went.
It bid fair to become a hard day for Selwyn; he foresaw it, for there was more for him to do, and the day was far from ended, and his self-restraint was nearly exhausted! An hour later he sent his card in to Rosamund Fane; and Rosamund came down, presently, mystified, flattered, yet shrewdly alert and prepared for anything since the miracle of his coming justified such preparation.
"Why in the world," she said with a flushed gaiety perfectly genuine, "did you ever come to see _me_?
Will you please sit here, rather near me ?--or I shall not dare believe that you are that same Captain Selwyn who once was so deliciously rude to me at the Minster's dance." "Was there not a little malice--just a very little--on your part to begin it ?" he asked, smiling.
"Malice?
Why?
Just because I wanted to see how you and Alixe Ruthven would behave when thrust into each other's arms?
Oh, Captain Selwyn--what a harmless little jest of mine to evoke all that bitterness you so smilingly poured out on me!.

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But I forgave you; I'll forgive you more than that--if you ask me.