It expressed that last worst resignation which has done with hope.
'You good innocent creature,' she said, 'what does your amiable forgiveness matter?
What are your poor little wrongs, in the reckoning for greater wrongs which is demanded of me?
I am not trying to frighten you, I am only miserable about myself.

Do you know what it is to have a firm presentiment of calamity that is coming to you--and yet to hope that your own positive conviction will not prove true?
When I first met you, before my marriage, and first felt your influence over me, I had that hope.

It was a starveling sort of hope that lived a lingering life in me until to-day.

You struck it dead, when you answered my question about Ferrari.' 'How have I destroyed your hopes ?' Agnes asked.

'What connection is there between my permitting Ferrari to use my name to Lord Montbarry, and the strange and dreadful things you are saying to me now ?' 'The time is near, Miss Lockwood, when you will discover that for yourself.