So I do what I am able.

Will you come to me this night ?" "Yes." But I could not yet speak steadily.
"Come then; I--I will tell you something of my miserable condition--if you desire to know....

Truly I think, speaking to no one, this long and unhappy silence has eaten and corroded part of me within--so ill am I at moments with the pain and shame I've borne so long--so long, Euan! Ah--you do not--know....

And it may be that when you do come to-night I have repented of my purposes--locked up my wounded heart again.

But I shall try to tell you--something.