Youth is that which, being wasted, is like water poured out upon the ground.

You must marry again, and marry soon--do not start.

You will inherit all my fortune; you will have my title.

It must descend to your children.

It has come to an unworthy end in me; it must be revived in you." "How can you think of it?
Are you ill ?" asked Corona kindly, pressing gently his thin hand in hers.