“‘You must be joking,’ cried the wolf, ‘you must be mad. Hoo—oo—oo!’
“‘Must I?’ said Remorse; ‘you’ve led a life of discontent. Your evil deeds are more in number than the bristles on my back.’
“‘Pray don’t mention them,’ exclaimed the wolf, shivering all over.
“‘You’ve led a cruel, selfish, useless life. Do you feel any the better for it now? You don’t look any better.’
“‘O! no, no, no.’
“‘Now look at me.’
“‘I daren’t. Hoo—oo—oo!’
“‘Well, listen.’
“‘I must.’
“‘Yes, you cannot shut your ears, though you may close your eyes. Before you tried to crush and kill me, I was your best friend, the still small voice within you guiding you on to good. What am I now? Your foe, your tormentor—Remorse!’