“What use CAN it be to torture the poor boy so?” said Helen to herself.
The two men sat silent. Then Polwarth said:
“I doubt if there is any use in trying to feel. And no amount of trying could enable you to imagine what God’s forgiveness is like to those that have it in them. Tell me something more you do feel, Mr. Lingard.”
“I feel that I could kill myself to bring her back to life.”
“That is, you would gladly make amends for the wrong you have done her.”
“I would give my life, my soul, to do it.”
“And there is nothing you can do for it?”
Helen began to tremble.
“What is there that can be done?” answered Leopold. “It does seem hard that a man should be made capable of doing things that he is not made capable of undoing again.”
“It is indeed a terrible thought! And even the smallest wrong is, perhaps, too awful a thing for created being ever to set right again.”