You, I saw yesterday, and him, not for three whole weeks, not since a certain night, when he left our house, sad and suffering." She still held Jean's hands.

He had neither power to make a movement nor to utter a sound.
"And now," continued Betting, "are you better?
No, not yet, I can see, still sad.

Ah, I have done well to come! It was an inspiration! However, it embarrasses me a little, it embarrasses me a great deal, to find you here.

You will understand why when you know what I have come to ask of your godfather." She relinquished his hands, and turning toward the Abbe, said: "I have come to beg you to listen to my confession--yes, my confession.
But do not go away, Monsieur Jean; I will make my confession publicly.

I am quite willing to speak before you, and now I think of it, it will be better thus.