I had attempted what I could not manage.

And Carlo--he is dead--somehow, perhaps because I am so near death myself, it does not shock or startle me.

Dear little fellow that he was!' "'And while he was ill he was constantly talking about you.

It seemed the only thing on his conscience, poor little chap, that he had joined at all in our treatment of you.

And he begged me--I would have promised him anything, but by that time I saw it plainly enough for myself--to try to find you and ask you to forgive us both.