\"Well,mychild,\"repliedtheoldgentleman,withasmile.\"I\'vebroughthereaheartfulloftroubleandwickednessmanyatime,soyouneednotfearhurtingthegarden.\"
\"ButIfearIshallpainandshockyou.\"
\"Ihopeyouwill.I\'mgoingtofeelwithandforyou.What\'sthegoodofmysittingherelikeapost?\"
\"Well,\"saidIda,desperately,\"Ipromisedtotellyoueverything,andIwill.IfthereisanychanceformeI\'llthenknowit,foryouwillnotdeceiveme.Somehow,whatIamandwhatIhavetosayseemedinsuchsadcontrastwithyouandyourgardenthatIbecameafraid.Youaskedaboutmyparents.Myfatherisaveryunhappyman.Heseemstohavelosthopeandcourage.InowbegintoseethatIhavebeenchieflytoblameforthis.Idonothingforhiscomfort.Indeed,IhavebeensooccupiedwithmyselfandmyownpleasurethatIhavegivenhimlittlethought.Hedoesnotspendmuchofhistimeathome,andwhenIsawhimhewasalwaystired,sad,andmoody.Heseemedtopossessnothingthatcouldministertomyprideandpleasuresavemoney,andItookthatfreely,withscarcelyeventhanksinreturn.
\"Idon\'tliketospeakagainstmymother,buttruthcompelsmetoaddthatsheactsmuchinthesameway.Idon\'tthinkshelovespapa.Perhapsourtreatmentisthechiefreasonwhylife,seemingly,hasbecometohimaburden.Whenhe\'snotbusyinheofficehedrinks,anddrinks,andIfearitisonlytoforgethistrouble.