that I myself often used to hate my father when he abused me, and to wish that he was dead. In the same way, you — ”

“Speak for yourself. I am very sorry that you could ever have been so — ”

“No, no!” I cried as I leapt from my chair and faced him with the courage of exasperation.

“It is for YOURSELF that you ought to feel sorry — sorry because you never told me a word about this fellow. You know that was not honourable of you. Nevertheless, I will tell YOU what I think of you,” and, burning to wound him even more than he had wounded me, I set out to prove to him that he was incapable of feeling any real affection for anybody, and that I had the best of grounds (as in very truth I believed I had)