"I have forgotten yesterday, as I promised. Have you forgiven?"
"Yes," she returned, and her heart began to beat heavily.
"But giving Finch those music lessons will never make up for cutting down the tree, I'm afraid. You've made me very tender-hearted."
"Are you sorry for that?"
"Yes. I have especial need of harness just now."
The parrot screamed: "Chore! Chore! Haramzada! Chore!"
"What are you two talking about?" shouted Grandmother.
"Eastern lore," replied her grandson.
"Did you say the War? I like to hear about the War as well as any one. Do you know the Buffs, Alayne? That was Renny's regiment. Did your country go to war, Alayne?"
"Yes, Mrs. Whiteoak."
"Yes, Gran, please!"
"Yes, Gran."
"Ah, I hadn't heard of it. Renny was in the Buffs. One of the most famous regiments in England. Ever hear of the Buffs, Alayne?"
"Not till I came to Jalna, Gran."
"What's that? What's that? Not heard of the Buffs? The girl must be mad! I won't have it!" Her face grew purple with rage. "Tell her about the Buffs, somebody. I forget the beginning of it. Tell her instantly!"
"I'll tell her," said Renny.
Nicholas put the loud pedal down. Grandmother fell into one of her sudden dozes, by which she always recaptured the strength lost in a rage.
They were boring, Alayne thought. They were mad-
