Ah, it is contemptible!" he almost moaned.
Corona hid her eyes in her hand.

She was taken off her guard by his strange speech.
"Oh, do not speak like that--do not!" she cried.

"You make me very unhappy.

Do I reproach you?
Do I ever make you feel that you are--older than I?
I will lead a new life; you shall never think of it again.
You are too kind--too good for me." "No one ever said I was too good before," replied the old man with a shade of sadness.

"I am glad the one person who finds me good, should be the only one for whose sake I ever cultivated goodness.