I fear, I am an awkward fool: I must manage badly in some way, for where I wish to please, it seems I don't please." "Of that you cannot be sure; and even if such be the case, is it the fault of your character, or of another's perceptions?
But now, let me unsay what I said in anger.

In one thing, and in all things, I deeply respect you.

If you think scarcely enough of yourself, and too much of others, what is that but an excellence ?" "Can I think too much of Ginevra ?" "_I_ believe you may; _you_ believe you can't.

Let us agree to differ.
Let me be pardoned; that is what I ask." "Do you think I cherish ill-will for one warm word ?" "I see you do not and cannot; but just say, 'Lucy, I forgive you!' Say that, to ease me of the heart-ache." "Put away your heart-ache, as I will put away mine; for you wounded me a little, Lucy.

Now, when the pain is gone, I more than forgive: I feel grateful, as to a sincere well-wisher." "I _am_ your sincere well-wisher: you are right." Thus our quarrel ended.
Reader, if in the course of this work, you find that my opinion of Dr.
John undergoes modification, excuse the seeming inconsistency.