So much as this she said, though with pain and grief; but her friend was not to be moved, but cried: "And do I not thank Master Ulsenius when he thrusts his probe to the heart of my evil, when he cuts or burns it?
Have you not gladly approved his saying that the leech should never despair so long as the sick man's heart still throbs?
Well then, your trouble with Herdegen is sick and sore and lies right deep...." But Ann broke in again, crying: "No, no, noble lady, the heart of that matter has ceased to beat.

It is dead and gone for ever!" "Is it so ?" said my aunt coolly.

"Still, look it close in the face.

Old Im Hoff--I have read the letter-commands your lover to give you up and do his bidding.

Yet, child, does he take good care not to write this to you.