shallprayforyou。“
Theeyesofthemother，openedbysofirmahand，tookinwithoneretrospectiveglancethewholecourseofherlife。Illuminedbythisflashoflight，shesawherinvoluntarywrong-doingandburstintotears。Theoldpriestwassodeeplymovedattherepentanceofabeingwhohadsinnedsolelythroughignorance，thathelefttheroomhastilylestsheshouldseehispity。
Josephreturnedtohismother’sroomabouttwohoursafterherconfessorhadlefther。Hehadbeentoafriendtoborrowthenecessarymoneytopayhismostpressingdebts，andhecameinontiptoe，thinkingthathismotherwasasleep。Hesatdowninanarmchairwithoutherseeinghim；buthesprangupwithacoldchillrunningthroughhimasheheardhersay，inavoicebrokenwithsobs，——
“Willheforgiveme？“
“Whatisit，mother？“heexclaimed，shockedatthestrickenfaceofthepoorwoman，andthinkingthewordsmustmeanthedeliriumthatprecedesdeath。