"Now you are unjust," said Babbie, hiding her face.
"No, you stupid," she said, beaming on him in her most delightful manner, "to yourself!"
She gave him both her hands impetuously, and he did not let them go until she added:
"I am so glad that you are reasonable at last. Men are so much more unreasonable than women, don't you think?"
"Perhaps we are," Gavin said, diplomatically.
"Of course you are. Why, every one knows that. Well, I forgive you; only remember, you have admitted that it was all your fault?"
She was pointing her finger at him like a schoolmistress, and Gavin hastened to answer--
"I like to hear you say that," explained the representative of the more reasonable sex, "because it was really all my fault."
"Yes, it was; but of course I could not say so until you had asked my pardon. You must understand that?"
The representative of the less reasonable sex could not understand it, but he agreed recklessly, and it seemed so plain to the woman that she continued confidentially--
"I pretended that I did not want to make it up, but I did."
"Yes, but nothing could have induced me to make the first advance. You see why?"
"Because I was so unreasonable?" asked Gavin, doubtfully.
"Yes, and nasty. You admit you were nasty?"
"Undoubtedly, I have an evil temper. It has brought me to shame many times."
"Oh, I don't know," said the Egyptian, charitably. "I like it. I believe I admire bullies."
"I never knew such a bully. You quite frightened me."
Gavin began to be less displeased with himself.
"You are sure," inquired Babbie, "that you had no right to question me about the ring?"
"Then I will tell you all about it," said Babbie, "for it is natural that you should want to know."
He looked eagerly at her, and she had become serious and sad.
"I must tell you at the same time," she said, "who I am, and then--then we shall never see each other any more."
"Why should you tell me?" cried Gavin, his hand rising to stop her.
"Because you have a right to know," she replied, now too much in earnest to see that she was yielding a point. "I should prefer not to tell you; yet there is nothing wrong in my secret, and it may make you think of me kindly when I have gone away."
"Don't speak in that way, Babbie, after you have forgiven me."