Upon another occasion perhaps--" "No, no," interrupted the earl, pleadingly, "do not so grievously disappoint me.

My heart yearns to have you to myself for one little moment where spying eyes cannot see nor prying ears hear.

It is cruel in you to raise my hopes only to cast them down.

I beg you, tell me if you know in what manner I may meet you privately." After a long pause, Dorothy with downcast eyes said, "I am full of shame, my lord, to consent to this meeting, and then find the way to it, but--but--" ("Yes, yes, my Venus, my gracious one," interrupted the earl)--"but if my father would permit me to--to leave the Hall for a few minutes, I might--oh, it is impossible, my lord.

I must not think of it." "I pray you, I beg you," pleaded Leicester.