And above all she nursed the idea of proving her own innocence.
"Look you here, dearie, is it my fault?
If you were the judge would you condemn me?
I certainly didn't tell Philippe to meddle with the till any more than I urged that wretched boy to kill himself.

I've been most unfortunate throughout it all.

They come and do stupid things in my place; they make me miserable; they treat me like a hussy." And she burst into tears.

A fit of nervous expansiveness rendered her soft and doleful, and her immense distress melted her utterly.
"And you, too, look as if you weren't satisfied.

Now do just ask Zoe if I'm at all mixed up in it.