"But I will not have his pardon so."
"What!"—scornfully,—"after having expended ten minutes in hurling at me some of the severest eloquence it has ever been my fate to listen to, all to gain this Heskett's pardon, you would now have it rescinded! Am I to understand so much?"
"No; but I hate ungraciousness."
"So do I,"—meaningly,—"even more than I hate abuse."
"Did I abuse you?"
"I leave you to answer that question."
"I certainly," with some hesitation, "said you were a tyrant."
"You did," calmly.
"And that——"
"Do not let us go over such distasteful ground again," interrupts he, impatiently: "you said all you could say,—and you gained your object. Does not even that satisfy you?"