And as though that were not enough, you have tortured him--well, I will not speak of it.

But that is all.

I know nothing of the deeds, or intentions, of which you accuse yourself.

You are tired, overwrought, worn out with all this--what shall I say?
It is natural enough, I suppose--" "You say there is no question of forgiveness," she said, interrupting him, but speaking more calmly.

"What is it then?
What is the real question?
If you have nothing to forgive why can we not be friends as we were before ?" "There is something besides that needed.