The poor woman burst into tears and uttered a wail of despair.
Mr. Soher tried to soothe her.
"No," she said, "you are trying to deceive me, you are not speaking the truth."
He protested. "It was then, that I did not speak the truth," he said. "I was exalted, I went too far."
"Is it true?" said the dying woman.
"Oh yes, do believe me."
"I believe you," she said sneeringly.
The fever was again coming upon her. She began to wander in her speech.
Mr. Soher, at a sign from the mother, who had followed him into the room, withdrew.
His brain was on fire. His heart was full of the deepest and keenest anguish.