"Why do you plague me about souls?
Haven't I got enough to worry, and pain, to distract me already, without thinking of souls ?" He looked so hostile that I thought he was in for another homicidal fit, so I blew my whistle.
The instant, however, that I did so he became calm, and said apologetically, "Forgive me, Doctor.

I forgot myself.

You do not need any help.

I am so worried in my mind that I am apt to be irritable.

If you only knew the problem I have to face, and that I am working out, you would pity, and tolerate, and pardon me.