"The sisters married, the mother died; I saw that even where she was she did not escape the reproach of her birth and blood, and when she asked me to let her come—." The speaker's brimming eyes rose an instant. "I know it was wicked, but—I said, come."
The tears dripped through her hands upon her dress.
"Was it she who was with you last Sunday?"
"And now you do not know what to do with her?"
"Ah! c'est ça, oui!—that is it."
"Does she look like you, Madame Delphine?"
"Oh, thank God, no! you would never believe she was my daughter; she is white and beautiful!"
"You thank God for that which is your main difficulty, Madame Delphine."
"Alas! yes."