Then suddenly she walked or stumbled to where my wife sat, and, flinging herself on her knees, hid her face in Helga's lap; I heard her sobs break out fast and tumultuously.

Helga looked up at me, the tears streaming down her cheeks.

I turned and went out.

Perhaps Helga could comfort her; I prayed that God in His pity might send her comfort, although she for her sin's sake dared not ask it of Him.

Poor soul! I hope there may be nothing worse scored to my account..