Oh! my dear, dear son, take courage. Even now everything is not
lost. Her conscience may awaken at the last moment; this bad man
may abandon his pursuit of her; I may still succeed in bringing her
back to you. But I am in terrible fear--and I must tell you the
whole truth.
"Kitty received me alone. The room was very dark--only one lamp
that gave a bad light--so that I saw her very indistinctly. She was
in black, and, as far as I could see, extremely pale and weary. And
what struck me painfully was her haggard, careless look. All the
little details of her dress and hair seemed so neglected. Blanche
says she is far too irritable and impatient in the mornings to let
her hair be done as usual. She just rolls it into one big knot
herself and puts a comb in it. She wears the simplest clothes, and
changes as little as possible. She says she is soon going to have
done with all that kind of thing, and she must get used to it. My
own impression is that she is going through great agony of
mind--above all, that she is ill--ill in body and soul.
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