Nothing can ever alter my belief again.
Will you not, then, tell me who you are, and what is this thing, which you call dishonourable, that brought you into Languedoc ?" A moment again I pondered.

Then I shook my head.
"Wait, child," said I; and she, obedient to my wishes, asked no more.
It was the second time that I neglected a favourable opportunity of making that confession, and as I had regretted having allowed the first occasion to pass unprofited, so was I, and still more poignantly, to regret this second silence.
A little while she stayed with me yet, and I sought to instil some measure of comfort into her soul.

I spoke of the hopes that I based upon Castelroux's finding friends to recognize me--hopes that were passing slender.

And she, poor child, sought also to cheer me and give me courage.
"If only the King were here!" she sighed.

"I would go to him, and on my knees I would plead for your enlargement.