“That I was no more his mother: because I had told him that you were a villain.”
“Look into the poor boy’s heart and see what harm you wrought.”
“Oh, God forgive me,” said Andrea: “forgive me, my son.”
“Did Count Charny suspect the boy was here?”
“No, I am sure.”
“Why did he not stay?”
“Because he never stays long with me. Oh, wretch that I am,” she interrupted herself, “he was returning to me after refusing that mission—because he loves me—he loves me!”
Gilbert began to see more clearly into this drama which his eye was first to penetrate.
“But do you love him?” he demanded.
“I see your intention is good: you wish to make up to me for the grief you have caused: but I refuse the boon coming from you. I hate you and wish to continue in my hatred.”