I dare say you bear a grudge towards me about it up to this day.

Well, if you have any of that remaining, put it aside when you know the truth.

That request of yours was an unspeakable delight to me.

It was like your mother coming back from the dead.

That little letter of yours made me wish for the first time that I had a son--and that he should be like you.
I fell into a sort of reverie, thinking if I were yet too old to marry, so that a son might be with me in my declining years--if such were to ever be for me.