He had not the generosity to meet me half-way and accept my apology
frankly at once.
He made me humble myself to the full, seizing the opportunity to read me
a long homily on Christian forbearance, in which, I fervently believed
at the time, he was almost as deficient as myself.
However, I had the consolation of knowing that my apology was not made
on his account, but entirely for the sake of my darling Min; although, I
confess, I did not like to see her taking such an interest in him as to
ask it of me.