"As for your brother, I've tried, oh, so hard, to be nice to him for your sake. I liked him; I wanted to be to him as a sister, but never an unfaithful thought has entered my head, never a wrong feeling sullied my heart. I've been true to you. You told me once of a love that gives all and asks for nothing; a love that would turn its back on friends and kindred for the sake of its beloved. You said: 'His smile will be your rapture, his frown your anguish. For him will you dare all, bear all. To him will you cling in sorrow, suffering and poverty. Living, you would follow him round the world; dying, you would desire but him.'—Well, I think I love you like that."
"Oh, my dear, my dear!"
"I want to bring you happiness, but I only bring you trouble, sorrow. Sometimes, for your sake, I wish we had never met."
She turned to Garry.
"As for you, you've done me a great wrong. I can never forget it. Will you go now, and leave us in peace?"
His head was bent, so that I could not see his face.
"Can you not forgive?" he groaned.
She shook her head sadly. "No, I am afraid I can never forgive."
"Can I do nothing to atone?"
"No, I'm afraid your punishment must be—that you can do nothing."