It is for her sorrow that I weep, not for my own.

I have my child, I have money; the world says to me, "How goes it, my friend ?" I have a home--a home; but where is she, and what does the world say to her ?'" The Judge shook his head sadly.

"I used to think I knew life, but I come to the belief in the end that I know nothing.

Who could have guessed that he would have spoken like that!" "He forgave her, monsieur." The Judge nodded mournfully.

"Yes, yes, but I used to think it is such men who forgive one day and kill the next.