Take this little gold cross and wear it upon your heart; it has often been wet with my tears, and those tears will flow still more bitterly if ever you are faithless to the King.

Give me the ring I see on your finger.

Oh, heavens, my hand and yours are red with blood!" "Oh, only a scratch.

Did you hear nothing, an hour ago ?" "No; but listen.

Do you hear anything now ?" "No, Marie, nothing but some bird of night on the tower." "I heard whispering near us, I am sure.