Her whole nature was in revolt--in that complete mental and moral anarchy from which springs tragedy and murder.
Isabel wept so violently that she angered still further the tearless suffering of her mother.

"God and the saints!" she cried.

"What are you weeping for?
Will tears do any good?
Do I weep?
God has forbidden me to weep for the wicked.

Yet how I suffer! Mary, mother of sorrows, pity me!" She sent Isabel away.

Her sobs were not to be borne.