"It isn't my fault.

I can't help it either that papa sent me to you.

_I_ didn't want to go to you.

It wasn't my fault that I was thrown upon your hands.
And--and"-- her voice begins to tremble--"it isn't my fault either that you _hate_ me." "That I--hate you!" The professor's voice is cold and shocked.
"Yes.

It is true.