"No, thank you."

"Nor tired?"

"No, not tired."

"But something is the matter?"

"I'm worrying," confessed the child.

"What about, little one?"

"I'm not sure if I ought to have spoken to you, or have come with you,
after all."

To save his life, Hugh could not have helped laughing, though it was
evidently a matter of serious importance. "What, do you think we ought
to have a chaperon?" he asked. "Paul's in the tonneau, you know; and
he's a most discreet chap."

"I don't know what a chaperon is," said Rosemary. "But will you promise
not to be angry if I ask you something, and will you promise to answer,
honour bright?"

"Yes, to both your questions."

"Were you really unkind to Angel, before you were lost?"

This was a hard nut to crack, if his past were not to be ruthlessly
severed from Angel's by a word. He thought for a moment, and then said,