Her brooding bitterness amazed and amused him.

While she stormed, he would laugh at her, gaily and ironically, and tell her that she was an absurd little savage.

And, after she had burst into a frenzy of tears and fled from him, he would seek her out, find her hidden in some corner of the garden or shrubberies, and, grieved and alarmed, put his arms around her, kiss her and say: 'Look here, I'm awfully sorry.

I can't bear to have you take things like this.

Please make up.' He could not bear to see her suffering, ludicrous though he thought her suffering to be.