That he should be restless I understood; that he should wander as an unlaid ghost and find no quiet from the burning hell that consumed his heart.

But why approach my chamber?
Was not that sacred?
I felt almost ready to faint while he had stood there, but I had not betrayed my wakefulness by the slightest motion, although I had heard my own heart beat with violent fear.

He had withdrawn.

Oh, never, never, may I see him again! Tomorrow night the same roof may not cover us; he or I must depart.
The mutual link of our destinies is broken; we must be divided by seas--by land.

The stars and the sun must not rise at the same period to us: he must not say, looking at the setting crescent of the moon, "Mathilda now watches its fall."-- No, all must be changed.