I should be his mother.

Oh! what words are these: my heart! my heart!" "No, dearest; some day you will be married, and owe all the mother to your children; and Henri is not ours only: he belongs to some one I have seemed unkind to.

Perhaps he thinks me heartless.

For I am a foolish woman; I don't know how to be virtuous, yet show a man my heart.

But THEN he will understand me and forgive me.