Richard, do look at me--do speak to me.

Don't you believe that I am sorry?
Don't you know I will do anything you want me to ?" He seemed to try to speak--moved a little, as a person in pain might do, but, bending his head a little lower on his hand, was silent still.
"Richard," I said, after several moments' silence, speaking thoughtfully--"it has all come to me at last.

I begin to see what you have been to me always, and how badly I have treated you.

But it must have been because I was very young, and did not think.

I am sure my heart was not so bad, and I mean to be different now.