'Tis what you have felt, and I am glad you should have felt it, for it proves your worthiness.

Can you forgive me ?" "Nay, nay, father! Speak not of forgiveness." "I have sore need of it." "Ah, but not from me; not from me! What is there I should forgive?
There is a debt between us I had hoped to repay some day when you were grown truly old.

I had looked to tend you in your old age, to be the comfort of it, and the support that you were to my infancy." "It had been sweet, Justin," sighed Sir Richard, smiling upon his adopted son, and putting forth an unsteady hand to stroke the white, drawn face.

"It had been sweet.

It is sweet to hear that you so proposed." A shudder convulsed him.