It is not your fault if your consideration for me has sometimes taken a passive rather than an active form.

It was not your business to fight my battles.
Give me your hand, Herr Fischelowitz.

We part, as we have lived, good friends.

I wish you all possible success." The tobacconist bowed low as he respectfully shook hands.
"Too much honour," he said.
"Frau Fischelowitz," continued the Count, "you have acted according to your lights and your beliefs.

I bear you no ill-will.