"Every fibre in me tingles with the prayer.

Oh, I hate him! Why did you give him leave to rescue her ?" "Could I refuse?
I did delay him; I did hesitate.

Only to-day Gaydon receives the passport, and even so I have delayed too long.

Indeed, Maria, I dare not think of the shame, the danger, her Highness has endured for me, lest my presence here, even for this farewell, should too bitterly reproach me." At that all Maria Vittoria's vehemence left her.

She fell to beseechings and entreaties.