Our fathers are enemies.' "Then I said to him, 'That is the reason I wish to talk to you.

I wished you to come to meet me because I wanted to tell you that I regret and deplore the feud between our fathers.'-- 'Ah, you wished me to come ?' he asked.--'Of course I did,' I answered, 'else why should I be here ?'--'No one regrets the feud between our houses so deeply as I,' replied Sir John.
'I can think of nothing else by day, nor can I dream of anything else by night.

It is the greatest cause for grief and sorrow that has ever come into my life.' You see, Cousin Malcolm," the girl continued, "I was right.
His father's conduct does trouble him.

Isn't he noble and broad-minded to see the evil of his father's ways ?" I did not tell the girl that Sir John's regret for the feud between the houses of Manners and Vernon grew out of the fact that it separated him from her; nor did I tell her that he did not grieve over his "father's ways." I asked, "Did Sir John tell you that he grieved because of his father's ill-doing ?" "N-o, not in set terms, but--that, of course, would have been very hard for him to say.

I told you what he said, and there could be no other meaning to his words." "Of course not," I responded.
"No, and I fairly longed to reach out my hand and clutch him, because--because I was so sorry for him." "Was sorrow your only feeling ?" I asked.
The girl looked at me for a moment, and her eyes filled with tears.