She spoke again, and now in her need and in her will to save the man she loved, by making this majesty of England his protector, her words had eloquence.
"It is not all, noble Queen.

Love is more than that.

It is the waking in the poorest minds, in the most barren souls, of something greater than themselves--as a chemist should find a substance that would give all other things by touching of them a new and higher value; as light and sun draw from the earth the tendrils of the seed that else had lain unproducing.

'Tis not alone soft words and touch of hand or lip.

This caring wholly for one outside one's self kills that self which else would make the world blind and deaf and dumb.