The friar started; when after a moment’s pause Rosario added with a faltering voice⁠—“for my sufferings are still greater. My sister had a friend, a real friend, who pitied the acuteness of her feelings, nor reproached her with her inability to repress them. I⁠ ⁠… ! I have no friend! The whole wide world cannot furnish an heart that is willing to participate in the sorrows of mine!”

As he uttered these words, he sobbed audibly. The friar was affected. He took Rosario’s hand, and pressed it with tenderness.