I thank Heaven for it!' 'Amen!' cried Gashford with a solemn face.
'You do not understand me, my lord,' said the widow.

'Pardon me, but you cruelly mistake my meaning.

We know nothing of these matters.

We have no desire or right to join in what you are about to do.

This is my son, my poor afflicted son, dearer to me than my own life.