"Let me tell you! Of late I can neither eat nor sleep because of the dread that you will rob me of the king's love.

I can do nothing but pray and swear.

He does love me more than he loves all the world, because he knows I am true to him! And his love is meat and drink and life itself to me! If you could see but one little part of my love for him, if you could know that I worship him, God help me! as I should worship only my Maker, if you could understand that if you were to steal him from me, you would take my life, my very soul,--if so poor a thing as I can have a soul,--you, who may choose and pick men at will, would leave his love to me!" "You need not fear, you need not fear," said Frances, soothingly.
"He is not true to me," continued Nelly, impetuously, "and I know it.

But I do not care.

I have his love, and with that I am content.