I sat thinking, I know not how long; I know not how long.
Then, unable to remain any longer alone, driven by my dreadful doubt, I came forth to seek Marcian.

I descended the stairs to the atrium.

You saw me--alas! alas!' Basil drew nearer to her.
'He had spoken no word of love ?' 'No word.

I had no fear of _that_.' 'Why, then, did he frame these lies, these hellish lies ?' 'Alas!' cried Veranilda, clasping her hands above her head.

'Did he still live, the truth might be discovered.