CHAPTER XXXIV 515 expecting you-- he will make it up."
I have not much pride under such circumstances: I would always rather be happy than dignified; and I ran after him-- he stood at the foot of the stairs.
" Good-night, St. John," said I. " Good-night, Jane," he replied calmly. " Then shake hands," I added.
What a cold, loose touch, he impressed on my fingers! He was deeply displeased by what had occurred that day; cordiality would not warm, nor tears move him. No happy reconciliation was to be had with him-- no cheering smile or generous word: but still the Christian was patient and placid; and when I asked him if he forgave me, he answered that he was not in the habit of cherishing the remembrance of vexation; that he had nothing to forgive, not having been offended.
And with that answer he left me. I would much rather he had knocked me down.