But he cares for me and knows that I care for him.

Must I then, in addition to the loss of him, be remembered all his life as little better than a light-of-love caught by the tricks and glitter of such a man as you?
I tell you that first I will kill myself." Again Montalvo went to the window, for this hint of suicide was most disconcerting.

No one can marry a dead woman, and Lysbeth was scarcely likely to leave a will in his favour.

It seemed that what troubled her particularly was the fear lest the young man should think her conduct light.

Well, why should she not give him a reason which he would be the first to acknowledge as excellent for breaking with him?
Could she, a Catholic, be expected to wed a heretic, and could he not be made to tell her that he was a heretic?
Behold an answer to his question! The Saints themselves, desiring that this pearl of price should continue to rest in the bosom of the true Church, had interfered in his behalf, for there in the street below was Dirk van Goorl approaching Lysbeth's door.