It's all very shameful to tell, and I am sorry.

Oh, how I am sorry!" Her sorrow was most evident.

She had sunk down upon a couch, her fair head drooping and the tears now running down her cheeks in the bitterness of her shame.

But Mario Escobar was untouched by any pity.

If any thought occurred to him outside his burning humiliation, it was prompted by the economy of the Spaniard.
"She'll spoil that frock if she goes on crying," he said to himself, "and it was very expensive." "I have nothing but remorse to offer in atonement," she went on.