He winced at my approach, with an expression of aversion and instinctive physical fear anything but conciliatory to my feelings.

I stepped back, however.
'Make your story a short one,' said he, putting his hand on the small silver bell that stood on the table beside him, 'or I shall be obliged to call for assistance.

I am in no state to bear your brutalities now, or your presence either.' And in truth the moisture started from his pores and stood on his pale forehead like dew.
Such a reception was hardly calculated to diminish the difficulties of my unenviable task.

It must be performed however, in some fashion; and so I plunged into it at once, and floundered through it as I could.
'The truth is, Lawrence,' said I, 'I have not acted quite correctly towards you of late--especially on this last occasion; and I'm come to--in short, to express my regret for what has been done, and to beg your pardon.

If you don't choose to grant it,' I added hastily, not liking the aspect of his face, 'it's no matter; only I've done my duty--that's all.' 'It's easily done,' replied he, with a faint smile bordering on a sneer: 'to abuse your friend and knock him on the head without any assignable cause, and then tell him the deed was not quite correct, but it's no matter whether he pardons it or not.' 'I forgot to tell you that it was in consequence of a mistake,'-- muttered I.