The gratitude and the admiration he felt for Mary made him forget that language and acts, which sometimes made it vulgar, and made him blush in front of people. Then he could not see that the constant devotion to his family, who summed up the sacrifices, the useful life, the simple-hearted and honest, and highly regretted not having been able to appreciate it in time, and exclaimed with a sigh:

-Oh! Dear Maria, I distorted my life the way I wrong! …

-I believe, answered Mary sadly, that no one in this world can realize their dreams, no one is completely happy. The ingenuity of the early years it is hoped the impossible, you travede a life of rose-colored, like those figures we admire on the wall by children, produced by the magic lantern, but when the light goes off the wall back white, the reality is very different from the youthful whims … but it is useless to complain about the lost illusions …. because they were not illusions. The experience places before us the truth, and must be content of your country, and resign to fate ….

So saying, he rose, as though afraid to say too much, or hear, and went out quickly from the room, leaving Silvio in a morbid excitement, between remorse and hope, deploring the aberrations of the past, and looking at ways to repair the his faults …. perhaps with new errors! …