30/31 There is nothing sweeter than to hear the troubles of a friend. They help to make our own seem smaller. Tell me." "I cannot," answered Frances, now as woebegone as Nelly herself. "It is too terrible even to think upon, yet I think of nothing else. A woman may love a man to the point of madness and still hate him." "But it is not the king you love ?" cried Nelly, in alarm. |