Baron, pressing her
thin lips together.
"Well, well," ejaculated Mr. Baron, "I suppose I shall have to
become meeker than Moses, and kiss every rod that smites me for fear
of getting a harsher blow."
Mrs. Whately felt that it was useless to say anything more, and, as
we have seen, joined her niece.
"Lieutenant," she said, "we owe you an apology, and I freely and
frankly offer it. I fear you think we are making sorry return for
your kindness."
"Mrs. Whately, I appreciate YOUR good intentions, and I can make
allowance for the feelings of my host and hostess. The fine courtesy
of Miss Baron would disarm hostility itself, but I assure you that
there is no personal hostility on my part to any of you."
"Well, sir, I must say that I regard it as a very kind ordering of
Providence that we have fallen into such hands as yours."
"I certainly am in no mood to complain," he replied, laughing.
"Perhaps experience has taught us that we had better ignore our
differences. I was just remarking to Miss Baron on the beauty and
peacefulness of the night.
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