'Yes,' said Ross, 'stop playing the goat.'
But Brown's face remained hard and impassive.
'Want me to eat humble pie, I suppose,' said Ross, and surveyed his servant as if he had just suddenly seen him.
'Yes, sir, I think it would be a good thing.'
'Well, then, I've been a devil all the week.'
But Brown still waited.
'Want more pie?' asked my erring brother.
'That's as you feel, sir,' said Brown.
So Ross, with the air of a man who thought it a pity to spoil the ship of repentance for a ha'porth of grace, said 'Sorry.'
'Don't name it, sir,' said Brown, and I so rejoiced over the sinner that repented that I forgot to remind him to say 'punchbowl.'