"I offended you this morning; and I cannot live under your displeasure."
"Then, go, and sin no more," replied I, turning away.
"No, no!" said he hastily, setting himself before me—"Pardon me, but I must have your forgiveness. I leave you to-morrow, and I may not have an opportunity of speaking to you again. I was wrong, to forget myself—and you, as I did; but let me implore you to forget and forgive my rash presumption, and think of me as if those words had never been spoken; for, believe me, I regret them deeply, and the loss of your esteem is too severe a penalty—I cannot bear it."
"Forgetfulness is not to be purchased with a wish; and I cannot bestow my esteem on all who desire it, unless they deserve it too."
"I shall think my life well spent in labouring to deserve it if you will but pardon this offence—Will you?"
"Yes."
