He is not more gracious
in my eyes than he is in yours. To-night I fancy he has been
drinking, which has not improved him. You may be sure of this,
Phineas,--that the less of resentful anger you show in such a
wretched affair as took place just now, the more will be the blame
attached to him and the less to you."
"Why should any blame be attached to me?"
"I don't say that any will unless you allow yourself to become loud
and resentful. The thing is not worth your anger."
"I am angry."
"Then go to bed at once, and sleep it off. Come with me, and we'll
walk home together."
"It isn't the proper thing, I fancy, to leave the room while the
Prince is here."
"Then I must do the improper thing," said Mr. Monk. "I haven't a key,
and I mustn't keep my servant up any longer. A quiet man like me can
creep out without notice. Good night, Phineas, and take my advice
about this. If you can't forget it, act and speak and look as though
you had forgotten it." Then Mr. Monk, without much creeping, left the
room.
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