I, too, have anxiety, lady, though it find not words." "Thou hast, thou hast, indeed; and yet I, weak, selfish as I am, think only of myself.

Stay by me, Isabella; oh, do not leave me, I am stronger by thy side." It was growing darker and darker, and the hopes that, ere night fell, new and more trustworthy intelligence of the movements of the fugitives would be received were becoming fainter and fainter on every heart.
Voices were hushed to silence, or spoke only in whispers.

Half an hour passed thus, when the listless suffering on the lovely face of Agnes was observed by Isoline to change to an expression of intense attention.
"Hearest thou no step ?" she said, in a low, piercing whisper, and laying a cold and trembling hand on Isoline's arm.

"It is, it is his--it is Nigel's; he has not fallen--he is spared!" and she started up, a bright flush on her cheek, her hands pressed convulsively on her heart.
"Nay, Agnes, there is no sound, 'tis but a fancy," but even while she spoke, a rapid step was heard along the corridor, and a shadow darkened the doorway--but was that Nigel?
There was no plume, no proud crest on his helmet; its vizor was still closely barred, and a surcoat of coarse black stuff was thrown over his armor, without any decoration to display or betray the rank of the wearer.

A faint cry of alarm broke from the queen and many of her friends, but with one bound Agnes sprang to the intruder, whose arms were open to receive her, and wildly uttering "Nigel!" fainted on his bosom.
"And didst thou know me even thus, beloved ?" he murmured, rapidly unclasping his helmet and dashing it from him, to imprint repeated kisses on her cheek.