17/39 You are always talking of sending her assistance, and for six months past every farthing has been lost at play. Perhaps in the meantime your mother has suffered for want of food." This reproach seemed to affect Julio deeply. He looked down abashed, and then said, dejectedly: "Bernardo, never speak to me again of my mother. And yet you are right; I am a monster! Oh! this miserable play! I will do better in future. Go away now, and let me continue my work." "What are you making ?" asked Bernardo. |