Mademoiselle Stangerson in a tone of tender distress said: 'Father!--father!' Daddy Jacques blows his nose, and Frederic Larsan himself is obliged to turn away to hide his emotion.

For myself, I am able neither to think or feel.

I felt an infinite contempt for myself.
"It was the first time that Frederic Larsan, like myself, found himself face to face with Mademoiselle Stangerson since the attack in The Yellow Room.

Like me, he had insisted on being allowed to question the unhappy lady; but he had not, any more than had I, been permitted.

To him, as to me, the same answer had always been given: Mademoiselle Stangerson was too weak to receive us.