And how felt Walter?  He was utterly crushed for a time beneath the old man's words.  All the truth flashed upon him now.  And this was the brother whom he had been holding up to ridicule and accusing of meanness.  As thoughts of shame and stings of conscience stabbed into his heart with their thousand points, he sank down lower and lower to the ground till he had buried his face in the grass, sobbing convulsively.  Then, before Amos could reply to the old butler's pitiful apology, he sprang up, and flinging his arms round his brother's neck and hiding his head in his bosom, wept for a time as if his heart would break.  At last he looked up at Amos, who had pressed him close to him and had lovingly kissed him, and cried out, "Was there ever such a beastly, ungrateful sneak of a brother as I am?  Here have I been calling Amos all sorts of names, and treating him worse than a dog, and he's been acting like a hundred thousand moral heroes all the time!  Can you forgive your cowardly snob of a brother, Amos dear?"