"Listen, Una, and try to understand." He took her arm again and drew her gently on down that avenue of moonlight-fretted darkness.
"Oh, I understand," she cried bitterly.

"I understand perfectly.

He has always been hard on Dick! He has always made mountains out of molehills where Dick was concerned.

He forgets that Dick is young a mere boy.

He judges Dick from the standpoint of his own sober middle age.