I am not attempting to excuse myself; a confession was due to you; the confession is made.

It is too late to hope that you will forgive me.

If you will permit it, I have only one favour to ask.

Forget me." She turned away with a last hopeless look, who said as plainly as if in words: "I am not worth a reply." Generous Iris insisted on speaking to her.
"I believe you are truly sorry for what you have done," she said; "I can never forget that--I can never forget You." She held out her pitying hand.

Mrs.Vimpany was too bitterly conscious of the past to touch it.