“But this son is Harry. So it will not take so long.”
“Harry is hard!”
“He is generous!”
“He never forgives!”
“Have you ever asked him to forgive?”
“My boy! No! I know him! He knows me!”
“I think perhaps,” the Bishop said slowly, “you will never know Harry, nor he you, until you have asked of him forgiveness. It’s one of the test things, forgiveness. The boy will meet it. He has nobility, Harry, by inheritance.”
“From his mother, yes.”
“From his father, no less.”
“They are their mother’s children, both of them,” Newbold murmured wearily.