You did not do well, my dear Lord, to take that phial from me and place it in other hands.

Nay, start not! I know I am poisoned: I have known it from the first.

But I have made no effort to save myself, for I was aware it was your will I should die." "O, Elizabeth!" murmured her husband.
"I was aware of it," she repeated; "and as I have never voluntarily disobeyed you, I would not now thwart your purpose, even though I myself must be the sacrifice.

It was to tell you this that I have sent for you.
It was to forgive--to bless you." And as she spoke she threw her arms round his neck, and he felt his cheek wet with her tears.
"This is more than I can bear," cried Lord Roos, in a voice suffocated by emotion.

"I thought I had firmness for anything; but it deserts me entirely now.