Now that he had opened his heart, he became as he had been in the morning.

" You're not angry with me, Stiva? Please don't be angry," he said, and smiling, he took his hand.

"Of course not; not a bit, and no reason to be.

I'm glad we've spoken openly.

And do you know, stand-shooting in the morning is unusually good--why not go? I couldn't sleep the night anyway, but I might go straight from shooting to the station.