Gradually,
too, the audience began to thin. Still he lingered, always looking like
a dog in punishment.
At last Bernardine rose, and the Disagreeable Man rose too. He followed
her humbly to the door. She turned and saw him.
"I am sorry I put you in a bad temper," he said. "It was stupid of me."
"I am sorry I got into a bad temper," she answered, laughing. "It was
stupid of me."
"I think I have said enough to apologize," he said. "It is a process I
dislike very much."
And with that he wished her good-night and went to his room.
But that was not the end of the matter, for the next day when he was
taking his breakfast with her, he of his own accord returned to the
subject.
"It was partly your own fault that I vexed you last night," he said.
"You have never before been touchy, and so I have become accustomed to
saying what I choose. And it is not in my nature to be flattering."
"That is a very truthful statement of yours," she said, as she poured
out her coffee. "But I own I was touchy. And so I shall be again if you
make such cutting remarks about my photographs!"
"You have a crooked eye," he said grimly. "Look there, for instance!
You have poured your coffee outside the cup.
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