The poor man was greatly perplexed in choosing a name for her.

Lucretia and Virginia were the first that he thought of; but then came up those pictured stories of Titus Livius, which he could never read without crying, though he had read them a hundred times.
-- Lucretia sending for her husband and her father, each to bring one friend with him, and awaiting them in her chamber.

To them her wrongs briefly.

Let them see to the wretch,--she will take care of herself.
Then the hidden knife flashes out and sinks into her heart.

She slides from her seat, and falls dying.