“Oh, no indeed.”
“Look at me well,” I repeated. “What! dost thou not know who I am?”
“Yes, Sir,” she answered. “You are a gentleman.”
Alas! while loving one being on earth, loving with all your deep
affection, having that being before you, who sees and looks at you,
speaks and answers you, and yet knows you not! You wish for consolation
but from this one being, who is the only one that does not know that you
require it because you are going to die!
“Mary,” I continued, “hast thou a papa?”
“Yes, Sir,” said the child.
“Well, then, dearest, where is he?”