How could she, who could do no wrong, expect to be forgiven herself when she not only shut her door in his face, but left him without a word or a line?
How could his father ask forgiveness of his God when he would not forgive his son?
Why were these two different from his mother and his Uncle George, and even old Alec--who had nothing but sympathy for him?
Perhaps his education and training had been at fault.

Perhaps, as Richard Horn had said, his standards of living were old-fashioned and quixotic.
Only when the gray dawn stole in through the small window of his room did the boy fall asleep..