I was afraid my peevishness might displease you.

My temper isn't what it should be.

If it were I should be apologizing to you for getting your nice boat all sloppy like this." "Please!" she begged.

"Please! Won't you please try not to--to think too hardly of my brother?
And won't you please acquit me of knowing anything of it?
I didn't know.
Honestly.

Mr Brice.