Give me something to look forward to that is not shame and despair.

Let me do something that is innocent and good--I may find a trace of my poor lost brother.

Oh, let me go! Let me go!" Her resolution shamed him.

He rose to her level, in spite of himself.
"I dare not tell you that you are wrong," he said.

"I only ask you to wait a little till we are calmer, before you speak of the future again." He pointed to the summer-house.