A whimper of disappointment came from Davie's bed.

My father went and kissed him, and said he would soon be back, whereupon Davie nestled down satisfied.
When we reached the study, he closed the door, sat down by the fire, and drew me towards him.
I burst out crying, and could not speak for sobs.

He encouraged me most kindly.

He said-- "Have you been doing anything wrong, my boy ?" "Yes, papa, very wrong," I sobbed.

"I'm disgusted with myself." "I am glad to hear it, my dear," he returned.