I felt angry, just as you felt when you condemned him just now." "Ah! as I felt just now!" he commented, closing his eyes and, just perceptibly, bowing his head.
"Yes, Commissioner Sahib, as you felt just now--but as, please you mustn't go on feeling .-- What he had done seemed to me treacherous; and it pained as well as displeased me.

But in all that I was unjust and mistaken .-- And it was then, because he saw he'd pained me, displeased and made me angry, that he told me in self-defence--told me to show he wasn't treacherous, but had the right--a right no one else in all the world has over me except yourself." "And you believed this young man, you forgave his audacity, and admitted his right ?" Sir Charles said.
He leaned back in the angle of the chair, away from her, smiling as he spoke--a smile which both bade farewell and mocked at the sharpness and futility of the grief which that farewell brought with it.

For this was a grown woman who pleaded with him surely, acting as advocate?
A child, compelled to treat such controversial, such debatable matters at all, would have done so to a different rhythm, in a different spirit.
"Forgave him?
But after just the first, when, I had time to at all think of it," Damaris answered with rather desperate bravery, "I couldn't see there was anything for me to forgive.

It was the other way about.

For haven't I so much which he might very well feel belonged, or should have belonged, to him ?" "You cut deep, my dear," Sir Charles said quietly.
Still holding back the curtain with one hand, Damaris flung herself over upon her face.