Probably her tortured nerves had suggested to her the truth about the baseness of our relations, but she found no words in which to say it.

I began to question her; she answered that she missed her absent mother.

It seemed to me that she was not telling the truth.

I sought to console her by maintaining silence in regard to her parents.

I did not imagine that she felt herself simply overwhelmed, and that her parents had nothing to do with her sorrow.