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 this but first I want the professor to forgive me.

—How can I forgive you?

—Silence! There, there, I forgive you for him, my dear. [ dries her tears.] Have your cry out, and don't worry about it.

—That's not why I am crying, Hyacinth.

—Why, then?

—Because I am sorry  for him.

—You needn't be sorry for me.

—[Mildly.] You are not to speak now, my son.

—I have never been as sorry for anyone

—And when he looks at you, you are sorrier for him than ever.

—[Looks at .] When he looks at me, his eyes scorch my face just as when you open the door of a stove

—Yes, yes. The door of a stove. And what then?

—[In child-like surprise.] And then then his glance seems to enter my breast and touch my heart  just as you touch a key of the piano with one finger very softly.