"Go away, go out of the room!" she shrieked still more shrilly, "and don't talk to me of your passion and your loathsomeness.

" She tried to go out, but tottered, and clung to the back of a chair to support herself.

His face relaxed, his lips swelled, his eyes were swimming with tears.

"Dolly!" he said, sobbing now; "for mercy's sake, think of the children; they are not to blame! I am to blame, and punish me, make me expiate my fault.

Anything I can do, I am ready to do anything! I am to blame, no words can express how much I am to blame! But, Dolly, forgive me!" She sat down.