But Garnet only withdrew his hand, and sighed, and could not look at him.
“Oh, then, even you believe it; I see you do! It must be true. God have mercy upon me!”
“Cradock, it is a cursed lie; you must not dwell upon it. Such thoughts are spawn of madness; turn to another subject. Just tell me what is the greatest thing one man can do to another?”
“To love him, I suppose, Garnet. But I donʼt care much for that sort of thing, since I lost my children.”
“Yes, it is a grand thing to love; but far grander to forgive.”
“Is it? I am glad to hear it. I always could forgive.”
“Little things, you mean, no doubt. Slights and slurs—and so forth?”
“Yes, and great things also. But I am not what I was, Bull. You know what I have been through.”
“Can you forgive as deep a wrong as one man ever did to another?”
“Yes, I dare say. I am sure I donʼt know. What makes you look at me like that?”