I pray you remember the one and forget the other." He kissed her hand again with a fine grace.

It was a fair sounding apology for a thing beyond defence.

I admired while I smiled.
But Barbara did not smile.

She looked up in his face, then dropped on her knees in the boat and caught his hand, kissing it twice and trying to speak to him.

He stood looking down on her; then he said softly, "Yet I have forgiven your friend," and gently drew his hand away.