“I cannot see when or how.”
“I cannot see my faults, but I have them,” said June earnestly. “I will cite you an instance. When your sister was speaking of a certain play we witnessed a few 171 evenings since, and you did not agree with her upon the point she mentioned, you closed the argument in a manner which said plainly that your opinion was right, and further discussion useless.”
Guy, looking steadily down at the carpet, asked:
“Was not my opinion correct?”
“It was, as far as my judgment went, but I might also have been wrong. But even if it were right or wrong, the manner in which you expressed it really hurt your sister’s feelings, though she said nothing.”
“Is it not a little cruel, June, to pick out such disagreeable faults and hold them up before a man to mortify him?”
“Do you think that a disagreeable one?”
“Yes; of all faults that is one of the worst.”
“Will you do me a favor, for the sake of friendship?”
“Any favor you may ask; what is it?”