She had a feeling as if she must suffocate in the agony of expectation; her heart leaped into her mouth; her breath was stifled in her breast, she was so impatient for happiness.
"Oh, if he does not come soon I shall die!" murmured she.

"Oh, if I could only at least see him, or only hear him!" All at once she stopped; her eyes flashed up, and a bewitching smile flitted across her features.
"Yes," said she, "I will see him, and I will hear him.

I can do it, and I will do it.

I have the key which the queen gave me, and which opens the door that separates my rooms from hers.

With that key I may reach her bed-chamber, and next to the bed-chamber is her boudoir, in which, without doubt, she will receive the earl.