"But not perfect. He made a great blunder once, and we will hear no more about it."
"And shall we think no more about it, Cary? Shall we not despise him in our heart--gentle but just, compassionate but upright?"
"Never! We will remember that with what measure we mete it shall be measured unto us, and so we will give no scorn, only affection."
"Which won't satisfy, I warn you of that. Something besides affection--something far stronger, sweeter, warmer--will be demanded one day. Is it there to give?"
Caroline was moved, much moved.

"He made a great blunder once, and we will hear no more about it. We will remember that we too shall be judged, and so we will give no scorn, only affection."
"Which won't satisfy me, I warn you. Something besides affection - something far stronger, sweeter, warmer - will be demanded one day. Is it there to give?"
Caroline was much moved.
