He grieves me.

All that you have to fear is my pity for one so sensitive.

So speed, sir! It is not good for us to be much alone, and I am alone when you are absent.
'I hear military music! 'How grand that music makes the dullest world appear in a minute.
There is a magic in it to bring you to me from the most dreadful of distances .-- Chillon! it would kill me!--Writing here and you perhaps behind the hill, I can hardly bear it;--I am torn away, my hand will not any more.

This music burst out to mock me! Adieu.
'I am yours.
'Your HENRIETTA.
'A kiss to the sister.

It is owing to her.' Carinthia kissed the letter on that last line.