I tried to keep my hand steady while I did so, but his look at me as he leaned back in his chair with the long draggled end of his neckerchief between his teeth--evidently forgotten--made my hand very difficult to master.

When at last I put the glass to him, I saw with amazement that his eyes were full of tears.
Up to this time I had remained standing, not to disguise that I wished him gone.

But I was softened by the softened aspect of the man, and felt a touch of reproach.

"I hope," said I, hurriedly putting something into a glass for myself, and drawing a chair to the table, "that you will not think I spoke harshly to you just now.

I had no intention of doing it, and I am sorry for it if I did.