“That’s all right.”
barrassed.
Norry was painfully er
“And I’m such a rotter. we came up here for?” You—you know wh
“I can guess.” Norry’s glance still rested on tl floor. He spoke hardly above a whisper.
“Nothing happened. I swear it, Norry. meant to—but—-but you came—thank God! I w; awfully soused. I guess you think I ’m rottei Norry. I suppose I am. I don’t know how could treat you this way. Are you awfully angry r
“I was last night,” Norry replied honestly, “bi I’m not this morning. I’m just terribly di appointed. I understand, I guess; I’m humai too—but I’m disappointed. I can’t forget th way you looked.”
“Don’t!” Hugh cried. “Please don’t, Norn I—I can’t stand it if you talk that way. I’m s damned ashamed. Please forgive me.”
Norry was very near to tears. “Of course, forgive you,” he whispered, “but I hope you won do it again.”
“I won’t, Norry. I promise you. Oh, Goc I’m no good. That’s twice I’ve been stopped b an accident. I ’ll go straight now, though; promise you.”
Norry stood up. “It’s nearly noon,” he sai more naturally. “Cynthia will be wondering wher you are.”
