"But I have startled you, and I am sorry.

I have sprung upon you, suddenly and thoughtlessly, what I ought to have only hinted at.

I have erred from lack of delicacy.
Forgive me my impulsiveness, my ardour.

I was ever a blunt man, little versed in the arts of diplomacy and _finesse_.

For years I have looked forward to this moment; in my dreams, in my waking hours, in----" "Pardon me one moment," said Aunt Charlotte, starting to her feet.