"I am only a woman." Macomer nodded slowly, as though realizing what that meant, but he said nothing in answer.

With his hands under the table he slipped low down in his chair, his head bent forward upon his breast, in deep thought.
"Can you not suggest anything ?" asked Matilde, at last, gazing at him somewhat scornfully.

"After all, this is your fault.

You have dragged me into this ruin with you." "I know, I know," he repeated in a low voice.

"But we cannot do it now--with that woman there." "No.