The man was weeping.

They sat there in silence.
"In your early life," she said, pressing his arms closer about her neck, "my love sought to protect you, but now it must turn to you for support.

Your uncle--but you told me not to speak of him." She paused a moment, and then continued: "Your uncle did me a deep wrong, but I had wronged him.

Oh, I don't know why I did.

And he had kept my letters all these years." Another silence.