But to our surprise he said,-- "I am glad to say, in reference to the matter I met you boys about yesterday, that Tempest has taken a proper sense of his duty, and has undertaken to apologise for his conduct to Mr Jarman.

That being so, Tempest, you will please take this opportunity of expressing your regret." Tempest flushed as he rose in obedience to the doctor's summons.

It was evidently, as Redwood had said, "a bitter pill," and had he been a less brave fellow, he could hardly have swallowed it.

As it was, even the knowledge that the welfare of the entire house was somehow dependent on his submission was scarcely able to break down his pride.
He advanced to Mr Jarman more like one who comes to administer a thrashing than ask for pardon, and after eyeing him almost fiercely for a moment, summoned his self-control sufficiently to say hoarsely,-- "I apologise, sir." Mr Jarman bit his lips.

It was not the triumph he had expected.
Indeed the whole manner of it was such as to hurt instead of soothe his feelings.
"This is hardly an apology," said he to the doctor.
"I trust, Tempest, it means that you regret your action ?" It was an awkward question.