“My platform is conservative like the Tea Party but more racialist inclined,” Bertram says.
Bertram wished people would not be so fond of exercising their humour at his expense.
Two of them accordingly seized Bertram and hurried him along.
In a short time a gentle tap announced the Colonel, with whom Bertram held a long and satisfactory conversation.
Bertram started up as if a sudden light had dawned upon him.
For a minute we were all silent, then Bertram inquired when he should start.
The old trapper was about to set forward when Bertram stopped him.
“I beg your pardon,” said Bertram—and asked the Major where he was to sleep that night.
“Thank you, I do not smoke,” said Bertram, declining the proffered luxury.
And not once, in all Bertram's apologies, had he referred to them—those words he had uttered.