'Teddy', I'm Sorry, but He Shouldn't Beg Pardon

I'd have told my part of the scrape if i could, without bringing meg in. I held my tongue and bore the scolding till the old gentleman collared me. Then i bolted for fear i should forget myself. It wasn't nice, but he's sorry, i know. So go down and make up. I'll help you hanged. If i do, i'm not going to be lectured and pummelled by everyone just for a bit of a frolic. Jo, how do you mean to settle this affair? Well, he ought to beg pardon? And believe me when i say i can't tell him what the fuss is about, bless you. He won