But now he had almost forgotten Davis,--had turned the matter over in his mind till he had taught himself to think that the disruption had been altogether his son's work, and in no degree his own.
His son had not loved him.

He had not been able to inspire his son with love.

He was solitary and wretched because he had been harsh and unforgiving.

That was his own judgment as to himself.

But he never said a word of his feelings to any human being.
John had promised to write.