Tell me, straight from your heart; I want to know; it will not make any difference in the way I love you.

You have been everything to me, father, mother--everything, Martha.

Tell me, do you forgive me ?" "I have nothing to forgive, my lady," she answered, her voice clearing, her will asserting itself.

"You have always been my lady and you always will be.

Maybe you'd better not talk any more--you are all tired out, and--" "Oh, yes, I will talk and you must Listen.