" I prayed once, very hard indeed! I prayed for Jeannot not to die!"
"Well—but how do you repent , Trilby, if you do not humble yourself, and pray for forgiveness on your knees?"
"Oh, well—I don't exactly know! Look here, Mrs. Bagot, I'll tell you the lowest and meanest thing I ever did...."
(Mrs. Bagot felt a little nervous.)
"I'd promised to take Jeannot on Palm-Sunday to St. Philippe du Roule, to hear l'abbé Bergamot. But Durien (that's the sculptor, you know) asked me to go with him to St. Germain, where there was a fair, or something; and with Mathieu, who was a student in law; and a certain Victorine Letellier, who—who was Mathieu's mistress, in fact. And I went on Sunday morning to tell Jeannot that I couldn't take him.
"He cried so dreadfully that I thought I'd give up the oth
