“I stole it,” Islington said. “That wish, that counsel. Pretending the words were spoken for me. And they have kept me on a steady path when I could have fallen into every temptation you can imagine, and some I dare say you can’t.” Looking back at him, I said, “Thank you for telling me that.” “Thank you for letting me borrow a wish meant for you. I hope it wasn’t neglectful of me to wait until now to return it to its rightful owner.”
