"I await your pleasure." "Ah, God! Ah, God!" she sighed.

"What have I done ?" She staggered to her feet and stood beating her hands together, as was her way when perturbed.

"What have I _done_!" "Threlka!" I heard her call, half chokingly.

The old servant came hurriedly.
"Wine, tea, anything, Threlka!" She dropped down again opposite me, panting, and looking at me with wide eyes.
"Tell me, do you know what you have said ?" she began.
"No, Madam.

I grieve if I have caused you any pain." "Well, then, you are noble; when look, what pain I have caused you! Yet not more than myself.