I was crazy with selfishness and conceit.

Rightly, he left me to my cowardly temper, and went out again, and was away for a long time.

He came back to dinner, and then the suffering in his face all but taught me what I was doing.

I wanted to ask him to forgive me--to comfort him for his loss; but pride kept me from it.

I couldn't speak--I couldn't! After dinner he said he had a lot of work to do, and came into this room.