"God's curse upon her! She is stealing him from me, and I am helpless." She clasped her hands over the top of her head and ran to and fro across the room uttering inarticulate cries of agony.

Then she sat upon the bedside and threw herself into Madge's arms, crying under her breath: "My God! My God! Think of it, Madge.

I have given him my heart, my soul, O merciful God, my love--all that I have worth giving, and now comes this white wretch, and because she is a queen and was sired in hell she tries to steal him from me and coaxes him to put his arm around her waist." "Don't feel that way about it, Dorothy," said Madge, soothingly.

"I know Sir John can explain it all to you when you see him.

He is true to you, I am sure." "True to me, Madge! How can he be true to me if she coaxes him to woo her and if he puts his arm--I am losing him; I know it.