"Hang it! I'm soft-hearted--that's the worst of me."
Stilling moved toward the tray, and lifted the brandy decanter. "And
she'll take it better from you; she'll _have_ to take it from you. She's
proud. You can take her out for a row to-morrow morning--look here, take
her out in the motor-launch if you like. I meant to have a spin in it
myself; but if you'll tell her--"