"Perhaps others know him better than you do; there may lie the
difference."

"If a man knocks me down, I know the weight of his arm much better
than those who have never felt it."

"Still nursing your anger, still harbouring unkind thoughts! Forgive
and forget, my friend--forgive and forget; no longer let the sun go
down upon your wrath."

"I can forgive, Mr. Wellford--I do forgive; for Heaven knows I wish
him no harm; but I cannot forget: that is asking too much."

"You do not forget, because you will not forgive," replied the old
gentleman. "Forgive, and you will soon forget. I am sure you will
both be happier in forgetting than you can be in remembering the
past."

But Arnest shook his head, remarking, as he so--"I would rather let
things remain as they are. At least, I cannot stoop to any
humiliating overtures for a reconciliation. When Marston outraged my
feelings so wantonly, I wrote him a pretty warm expression of my
sentiments in regard to his conduct. This gave him mortal offence. I
do not now remember what I wrote, but nothing, certainly, to have
prevented his coming forward and apologizing for his conduct; but he
did not choose to do this, and there the matter rests. I cannot
recall the angry rebuke I gave him, for it was no doubt just."

"A man who writes a letter in a passion, and afterwards forgets what
he has written," said Mr. Wellford, "may be sure that he has said