and when she spoke, it was to join her husband in denouncing him
as the murderer of their child. Whether fear of your father's
anger, or revengeful indignation against your uncle most actuated
her, I cannot presume to inquire in your presence. I can only
state facts."

The priest paused and looked at me anxiously. I could not speak
to him at that moment--I could only encourage him to proceed by
pressing his hand.

He resumed in these terms:

"Meanwhile, your uncle turned to your father, and spoke the last
words he was ever to address to his eldest brother in this world.
He said, 'I have deserved the worst your anger can inflict on me,
but I will spare you the scandal of bringing me to justice in
open court. The law, if it found me guilty, could at the worst
but banish me from my country and my friends. I will go of my own
accord. God is my witness that I honestly believed I could save
the child from deformity and suffering. I have risked all and
lost all. My heart and spirit are broken. I am fit for nothing
but to go and hide myself, and my shame and misery, from all eyes
that have ever looked on me. I shall never come back, never
expect your pity or forgiveness. If you think less harshly of me
when I am gone, keep secret what has happened; let no other lips
say of me what yours and your wife's have said. I shall think
that forbearance atonement enough--atonement greater than I have
deserved. Forget me in this world. May we meet in another, where
the secrets of all hearts are opened, and where the child who is
gone before may make peace between us!' He said those words and