But he only grew very red, and then⁠—no, I am not departing by a hair’s-breadth from the truth⁠—it is true⁠—that he took this unworthy hand in his, and shook it! Yes, he took this hand of mine in his, and shook it, as though I had been his equal, as though I had been a general like himself! “Go now,” he said. “This is all that I can do for you. Make no further mistakes, and I will overlook your fault.”