itz assented with melancholy.

"Not by his mother and sisters," said Karen. "And not by Mrs. Talcott."

"Nor by me, my Karen," said Madame von Marwitz with a more profound
gloom.

"No; not by you. No one who knows me will think so," said Karen.

Madame von Marwitz paused after this for a few moments. Experience had
taught her that to abandon herself to her grief was not the way to move
Karen. When she spoke again it was in a firm, calm voice.

"Listen, my Karen," she said. "I see that you are fixed in this resolve
and I will plead with you no further. I will weary you no more. Remember
only, in fairness, that it is for your sake that I have pleaded. You
will be divorced; so be it. And you will not marry Franz. But after this
Karen? and until this?"

Karen lay silent for a moment and then turned her head restlessly away.

"Why do you ask me? How can I tell?" she said. "I wish to go to Frau
Lippheim. When I am well again I wish to work and make my living."

"But, my Karen," said Madame von Marwitz with great gentleness, "do you
not see that for you to go to Franz's mother now, in her joy and belief
in you, is a cruelty? Later on, yes; you could then perhaps go to her,
though it will be at any time, with this scandal behind you, to place
our poor Lise, our poor Franz, in an ambiguous position indeed. But now,
Karen? While the case is going on? Your husband says, you remember, that
he starts proceedings at once."

Karen lay still. And suddenly the tears ran down her cheeks. "Why cannot
I see Franz?" she said. "Why do you ask me questions that I cannot
answer? How do I know what I shall do?" She sobbed, quick, dry, alarming
sobs.

"Karen--my Karen," Madame von Marwitz murmured, "do not weep, my dear
one. You exhaust yourself. Do not speak so harshly to me, Karen. Will
you let me think for you? See, my child, I accept all. I ask for
nothing. You do not forgive me--oh, not truely--you do not love me. Our
old life is dead. I have killed it with my own hand. I see it all,
Karen. And I accept my doom. But even so, can you not be merciful to me
and let me help you now? Do not break my heart, my child. Do not crush
me down into the dust. Come with me. I will take you to quiet and
beautiful shores. I will trouble you in nothing. There will be no more
pleading; no more urgency. You shall do as it pleases you in all things,
and I will ask only to watch over you. Let me do this until you are free
and can choose your own life