Really it does.

I wish we were all home." "We can go when you say, no doubt." As they reached the ices, and she took one from his hand, she surveyed him with those cool, dull blue eyes of hers--eyes that had the flat quality of unglazed Dutch tiles.
"I wish you would forgive me," she said.

"I was rude.

I couldn't help it.

I am all out of sorts with myself." "I hadn't felt you were rude," he observed, lying grandly, his mood toward her changing entirely.
"Oh yes I was, and I hope you will forgive me.