My conduct has been inexcusable; I beg you to excuse it.

I deserve your reprobation; I entreat the favor of your friendship.

Senor, between men of honor, a misunderstanding is a misunderstanding, and an apology is an apology.

I lament the existence of the first; the professor, here, is witness that I lay the second at your feet.

May I hope to receive your hand as a pledge that you restore me to the privilege of your good will ?" Now, Don Miguel's soul had been grievously exercised that night: he had been insulted, he had shivered beneath the shadow of death, he had been a prey to superstitious terrors, and he had been utterly perplexed by the professor's eloquent address, whereof (as it was delivered in good American, and with a rapidity of utterance born of strong feeling) he had comprehended not a word, and the unexpected effect of which upon his late adversary he was at a loss to understand.