If it stormed so violently that I couldn't come to the shop, that surely is not to be set down to the account of pleasure-taking." "And yet, Henry, I was here, and so were all the workmen but yourself.

If there had not been in your mind a reluctance to coming to the shop, I am sure the storm would not have kept you away.

I am plain with you, because I am your friend, and you know it.

Now, it is this increasing reluctance on your part, that alarms me.

Do not, then, add fuel to a flame, that, if thus nourished, will consume you." "But, William----" "Don't make excuses, Henry.