There has been, however, one concealment on my part, which it is due to you that I should acknowledge.
"'If Mrs.Gallilee had taken me into her confidence, I confess that my jealousy would have degraded me into becoming her accomplice.

As things were, I was too angry and too cunning to let her make use of me without trusting me.
"'There are other acts of deceit which I ought to acknowledge--if I could summon composure enough to write about them.

Better to say at once--I am not worthy of your pardon, not worthy even of your pity.
"'With the same sincerity, I warn you that the wickedness in me, on which Mrs.Gallilee calculated, may be in me still.

The influence of your higher and better nature--helped perhaps by that other influence of which the old priest spoke in his letter--has opened my heart to tenderness and penitence of which I never believed myself capable: has brought the burning tears into my eyes which make it a hard task to write to you.

All this I know, and yet I dare not believe in myself.
It is useless to deny it, Carmina--I love him.