She laid her hands softly on his, and, stooping down, pressed her
lips to his forehead.
"Eugene, once I feared that you had fallen even below my pity; but
now I believe you will redeem yourself. I hope that, thoroughly
reformed, you will command the respect of all who know you and
realize the proud aspirations I once indulged for you. That you can
do this I feel assured; that you will, I do most sincerely trust. I
have not yet lost faith in you, Eugene. I hope still."
She left him to ponder in solitude the humiliating result of his
course of dissipation.