If only I had had a daughter like you, my girl, one whom I could have loved and trusted, I might have been a better man.

I might even have done better work for science--though on that side, at least, I have little with which to reproach myself." Hilda bent over him.

"Hubert and I are here," she said, slowly, in a strangely calm voice; "but that is not enough.

I want a public, an attested, confession.

It must be given before witnesses, and signed and sworn to.