By and by you shall see him again, but not now.

Do not try, for I am much stronger than you, and I will not let you go back into the room." Then her strength relaxed, and she turned to the stone parapet, burying her face in her crossed arms, and her tears came again.

For this the jester was glad, knowing that tears quench the first white heat of such sorrows as can burn out the soul and drive the brain raving mad, when life can bear the torture.

He stood still before her, watching her and guarding her, but he felt that the worst was past, and that before very long he could lead her away to a place of greater safety.

He had indeed taken her as far as he could from Don John's door, and out of sight of it, where the long terrace turned to the westward, and where it was not likely that any one should pass at that hour.