I could see that he didn't know what to make of you." "He's not required to make anything of me," said Alma.
"Do you think he really believed you had forgotten all those things ?" "Impossible to say, mamma." "Well, I don't think it was quite right, Alma." "I'll leave him to you the next time.

Miss Woodburn said you were freezing him to death when I came down." "That was quite different.

But, there won't be any next time, I'm afraid," sighed Mrs.Leighton.
Beaton went home feeling sure there would not.

He tried to read when he got to his room; but Alma's looks, tones, gestures, whirred through and through the woof of the story like shuttles; he could not keep them out, and he fell asleep at last, not because he forgot them, but because he forgave them.

He was able to say to himself that he had been justly cut off from kindness which he knew how to value in losing it.