Be still, and recollection will return to you.

There, love; rest upon me." "To think of her as your wife brings pain enough to kill me," she continued to reiterate.

"Promise me that you will not marry her; Archibald, promise it!" "I will promise you anything in reason," he replied, bewildered with her words, "but I do not know what you mean.

There is no possibility of my marrying any one, Isabel; you are my wife." "But if I die?
I may--you know I may; and many think I shall--do not let her usurp my place." "Indeed she shall not--whoever you may be talking of.

What have you been dreaming?
Who is it that has been troubling your mind ?" "Archibald, do you need to ask?
Did you love no one before you married me?
Perhaps you have loved her since--perhaps you love her still ?" Mr.Carlyle began to discern "method in her madness." He changed his cheering tone to one of grave earnestness.