What was the return?
Doating upon his Wife, and believing that a look of pity bestowed upon another was a theft from what He owed to her, He drove Matilda from his presence.

He forbad her ever again appearing before him.

His severity broke her heart: She returned to her Father's, and in a few Months after was carried to her Grave.' 'Unhappy Girl! Surely her fate was too severe, and Julian was too cruel.' 'Do you think so, Father ?' cried the Novice with vivacity; 'Do you think that He was cruel ?' 'Doubtless I do, and pity her most sincerely.' 'You pity her?
You pity her?
Oh! Father! Father! Then pity me!' The Friar started; when after a moment's pause Rosario added with a faltering voice,--'for my sufferings are still greater.

My Sister had a Friend, a real Friend, who pitied the acuteness of her feelings, nor reproached her with her inability to repress them.

I ...! I have no Friend! The whole wide world cannot furnish an heart that is willing to participate in the sorrows of mine!' As He uttered these words, He sobbed audibly.