“One ought to have some warning, so that one could send a telegram to anyone who might have been wronged, saying, “Forgive me,” and then the wrong would be canceled, blotted out. This was why, in the old days, people flocked round a dying person’s bed, hoping, not to be left something in the will, but for mutual forgiveness, a cessation of ill feeling, a smoothing out of right and wrong. In fact, a sort of love.”
