"Of course, I shall expect some acknowledgment," added Wilson.
"I was afraid of that. If I were you, I wouldn't make that a condition."
"Wouldn't you, though, really?"
"No. Only think a little, Walter."
"I have thought. And all I can make of it is that they used me badly—father, mother, Elizabeth, and all. And you came in for your share of it, Mr. Tincroft, and Cousin Sarah, she did too. And it seems to me that it is only right that they should make some sort of acknowledgment, as I said a minute ago."
"I would not insist upon it, Walter," said John, and he repeated, in the same tone as before, the same words, "Only think a little."
"I have very little power of thought left," said Walter, with a heavy sigh. "You must help me. What would you have me think?" he asked.
"Think of what our dear Lord said," replied John, gently and lovingly, "when He taught us to pray, 'Forgive us our trespasses as we forgive them that trespass against us.'"
It was in the early twilight of evening when, as the two sat together, these words were spoken, and before either spoke again the twilight had deepened into darkness.
