I will kiss your feet, and Heaven above will bless you; and I will bless you and pray for you to my dying day.

Ah! it is alive! I am frightened! I am frightened!" She ran to Triplet and seized his arm.

"No!" cried she, quivering close to him; "I'm not frightened, for it was for me she--Oh, Mrs.Woffington!" and, hiding her face on Mr.Triplet's shoulder, she blushed, and wept, and trembled.
What was it had betrayed Mrs.Woffington?
_A tear!_ During the whole of this interview (which had taken a turn so unlooked for by the listener) she might have said with Beatrice, "What fire is in mine ears ?" and what self-reproach and chill misgiving in her heart too.
She had passed through a hundred emotions, as the young innocent wife told her sad and simple story.

But, anxious now above all things to escape without being recognized--for she had long repented having listened at all, or placed herself in her present position--she fiercely mastered her countenance; but, though she ruled her features, she could not rule her heart.

And when the young wife, instead of inveighing against her, came to her as a supplicant, with faith in her goodness, and sobbed to her for pity, a big tear rolled down her cheek, and proved her something more than a picture or an actress.
Mrs.Vane, as we have related, screamed and ran to Triplet.
Mrs.Woffington came instantly from her frame, and stood before them in a despairing attitude, with one hand upon her brow.