The servant left the room.
By-and-by she heard her name called: "Anna! Anna!"
She fell on her knees before Cesare Dias, sobbing: "Forgive me, forgive me."
He, with a tremor in his voice, murmured, "My poor child."
And at home, in her own house, she said to her sister: "Laura, forgive me."
"My poor Anna."
III.
For three weeks Anna lay at the point of death, prey to a violent attack of scarlet fever, alternating between delirium and stupor, and always moaning in her pain; while Laura, Stella Martini, and a Sister of Charity watched at her bedside.