"God help you bear it--God help us all.

He told me nothing of his journey.

I knew not he was about to take it; but wheresoever he has travelled, 'twas best that he should go." "Nay! nay!" the girl cried out--"to leave me helpless.

Nay! it could not be so.

He loved me--loved me--as the great duke loves you!" "He meant you evil," said my lady, shuddering, "and evil he would have done you.