“It was dull of me to introduce such a worn-out topic.”

“You said you could defend yourself.”

“I said I should like the chance to do so.”

“You have it.”

“That’s very kind of you.  Thank you.”

“Is there any reason for gratitude?”

“Every reason.”

“Go on, Mr. Garnet.  I can listen while I paint.  But please sit down.  I don’t like being talked to from a height.”

I sat down on the grass in front of her, feeling as I did so that the change of position in a manner clipped my wings.  It is difficult to speak movingly while sitting on the ground.  Instinctively I avoided eloquence.  Standing up, I might have been pathetic and pleading.  Sitting down, I was compelled to be matter-of-fact.

“You remember, of course, the night you and Professor Derrick dined with us?  When I say dined, I use the word in a loose sense.”

For a moment I thought she was going to smile.  We were both thinking of Edwin.  But it was only for a moment, and then her face grew cold once more, and the chin resumed its angle of determination.

“Yes,” she said.

“You remember the unfortunate ending of the festivities?”

“Well?”

“If you recall that at all clearly, you will also remember that the fault was not mine, but Ukridge’s.”

“Well?”

“It was his behaviour that annoyed Professor Derrick.  The position, then, was this, that I was to be cut off from the pleasantest friendship I had ever formed——­”

I stopped for a moment.  She bent a little lower over her easel, but remained silent.

“——­Simply through the tactlessness of a prize idiot.”

“I like Mr. Ukridge.”

“I like him, too.  But I can’t pretend that he is anything but an idiot at times.”

“Well?”

“I naturally wished to mend matters.  It occurred to me that an excellent way would be by doing your father a service.  It was seeing him fishing that put the idea of a boat-accident into my head.  I hoped for a genuine boat-accident.  But those things only happen when one does not want them.  So I determined to engineer one.”

“You didn’t think of the shock to my father.”

“I did.  It worried me very much.”

“But you upset him all the same.”

“Reluctantly.”

She looked up, and our eyes met.  I could detect no trace of forgiveness in hers.

“You behaved abominably,” she said.

“I played a risky game, and I lost.  And I shall now take the consequences.  With luck I should have won.  I did not have luck, and I am not going to grumble about it.  But I am grateful to you for letting me explain.  I should not have liked you to have gone on thinking that I played practical jokes on my friends.  That is all I have to say.  I think it was kind of you to listen.  Good-bye, Miss Derrick.”

I got up.

“Are you going?”