Father is not easily touched by another's suffering, and my tears only hardened his heart.

Well, of course, he repulsed me; and soon a page announced Byron the herald and the Bishop of Cambrai.
Father took the packet from the iron box, and put his fingers in the pouch, as if he were going to take out the letter.

He hesitated, and during that moment of halting I was by turns cold as ice and hot as fire.

Finally his resolution took form, and he drew out the missive.

I thought I should die then and there, when he began to look it over.