I was wrong.

No trifling event will bring us together.

I said I might be the person who told her what had become of Ferrari, if she forced me to it.

Shall I feel some other influence than hers?
Will he force me to it?
When she sees him, shall I see him too ?' Her head sank a little; her heavy eyelids dropped slowly; she heaved a long low weary sigh.

Francis put her arm in his, and made an attempt to rouse her.
'Come, Countess, you are weary and over-wrought.