Suddenly she was thinking self-reproachingly, "Oh, poor boy--poor boy!" "I flew into a temper and would not let you," she answered him.

"It _was_ temper--but there were things you didn't know.

It was not your fault that you didn't." The square, good-natured face flushed with relief, and George's voice became even slightly unsteady.
"That's kind of you," he said, "it's _kind_ and I'm jolly grateful.
Things mean a lot just now--with all one's people in such a state and trying so pluckily to hide it.

I just wanted to make sure that you knew that _I_ knew that the thing only happened because I was a silly idiot and for no other reason.

You will believe me, won't you, and won't remember it if you ever remember me ?" "I shall remember you--and it is as if--that had never happened at all." She put out, as she got up, such a kind hand that he grasped it almost joyously.
"You have made it awfully easy for me.