As soon as she felt inclined to cry, to divert herself by sobbing, she knelt before the impotent old lady, and there, wailing and choking, performed to her alone a scene of remorse which weakened but relieved her.
"I am a wretch," she stammered, "I deserve no mercy.

I deceived you, I drove your son to his death.

Never will you forgive me.

And yet, if you only knew how I am rent by remorse, if you only knew how I suffer, perhaps you would have pity.

No, no pity for me.