And you were certainly brave when the whip hung over you.

Why, you did not even attempt to raise a hand and shield yourself." "I notice the dogs your whip falls among come nevertheless to lick your hand and to be petted." "Ergo ?" she queried, audaciously.
"Ergo, it all depends," he equivocated.
"And, notwithstanding, I am forgiven ?" "As I hope to be forgiven." "Then I am glad--only, you have done nothing to be forgiven for.

You acted according to your light, and I to mine, though it must be acknowledged that mine casts the broader flare.

Ah! I have it," clapping her hands in delight, "I was not angry with you yesterday; nor did I behave rudely to you, or even threaten you.

It was utterly impersonal, the whole of it.