Not since his father's death had any one talked to him like this--never with so much tenderness and truth and with every word meant for his good.

All his selfrighteousness, his silly conceit and vainglory stood out before him.

What an ass he had been.

What a coxcomb.

What a boor, really.
"What would you have me do ?" he asked, a tone of complete surrender in his voice.