Try to be patient, sweet lady, and do not despair.

You are so young yet, hardly more than a child you seem.
You have a long life before you yet.

And if you be good, as I am sure you will be, it will be a happy life, in which these early sorrows will pass away like morning mists," said the woman, soothingly.
"Oh, never more for me will morning dawn! Eternal night rests on my soul! For myself I do not care! But, oh, my ruined archangel!" she wailed, burying her face in her hands.
A dead silence fell between the two, until Salome, without changing her position, murmured; "Go on to the end; I will not interrupt you again.

Oh, that I could wake from this night-mare!--or--expire in it! Go on and finish." "My lady, while the two men were speaking, they came in sight of the woman who was waiting under the balcony.

Then Mr.John Scott says: 'Hush! my girl will hear us.' And they hushed, but it was too late--she had heard them.