Then:-- "You ARE a nasty man, though, aren't you ?" said Phyllis.
Peter took a step forward and knocked the man's hand up, so that the shillings leapt out of it and rolled on the floor.
"If anything COULD make me sneak, THAT would!" he said.

"Come, Phil," and marched out of the signal-box with flaming cheeks.
Phyllis hesitated.

Then she took the hand, still held out stupidly, that the shillings had been in.
"I forgive you," she said, "even if Peter doesn't.

You're not in your proper senses, or you'd never have done that.

I know want of sleep sends people mad.