“What do you want me to say?” he asked, sullenly.
“That you are sorry for the mean trick you played on me, and ask my pardon.”
“All right. Now untie me.”
“You haven’t said it.”
“It’s the same thing.”
“I don’t consider it so.”
“Well, tell me what you want, then,” said Philip, querulously.
“Repeat after me: ‘I am sorry for the mean trick I played on you, and I beg your pardon.’”
Philip was perforce obliged to do as Harry required, and he repeated the words, though with a very bad grace.
“That will do,” said Harry. “Now I am satisfied.”