"Desperate, I tell you!" "I suppose that all I have would be of no use, then ?" asked Bosio, disheartened.
"It would pay the interest for a few months longer.

That would be all.
Then we should be where we are now, or shall be in three weeks." "Throw yourself upon her mercy.

Ask her to forgive you and to lend you money," suggested Bosio.

"She is kind--she will do it, when she knows the truth." "I had thought of that," answered Matilde.

"But, in the first place, you do not know her.