His better self turns in disgust from his sins, and it is now when the first hot fit of repentance is just coming upon him that he may best be moulded to our ends.

I have to see and speak with him once more, and I go from your room to his.

And when I have spoken, he will come from his room to yours, or I have studied his heart for twenty years in vain.

We leave you now, and you will not see us, but you will see the effects of what we do, and you will remember your pledge to us." They bowed low to her both together, and left her to her thoughts.
An hour passed, and then a second one, as she sat in her _fauteuil_, her tapestry before her, but her hands listless upon her lap, waiting for her fate.

Her life's future was now being settled for her, and she was powerless to turn it in one way or the other.