And I--I should like you to forgive me." Her voice suddenly faltered.

Her eyes were full of tears she could neither repress nor conceal.
Charlie, however, seemed to notice nothing strained in the atmosphere.
He broke into a gay laugh and held out his hand.
"Oh, that's all right," he said briskly.

"Shake hands and forget what those asses said about me! You were quite right, you know.

I am a buffoon.

There isn't an inch of heroism anywhere about me.