It was his special claret, a wonderful wine, the cobwebbed bottle of which, reposing in a wicker cradle, he handled with jealous care.
"Mr.Burton," he began, settling down in his chair, "we have been unjust to you, Mr.Bomford and I.We apologize.

We ask your forgiveness." "Unjust ?" Burton murmured.
"Unjust," the professor repeated.

"I allude to this with a certain amount of shame.

We made you an offer of a thousand pounds for a portion of that--er--peculiar product to which you owe this wonderful change in your disposition.

We were in the wrong.