It had for him an oddly humorous aspect.
"I did--I did--" and the little lady began to sob like a child.

"It was--was wrong--" There was nothing comic in it for Ann Penhallow.
"You angel of goodness," he cried, as he caught her in his arms and held the weeping face against his shoulder, "my brave little lady!" "I ought not to have done it--but I did--I did--oh, James! To think that my cousin should have brought this trouble on us--But I did--oh, James!" "Listen, my dear.

If I had been here, I should have done it.

See what you have saved me.

Now sit down and let us have it all out, my dear, all of it." "And you really mean that ?" she wailed piteously.