"Where are the boys ?" "In the hall." "Her ladyship will pass through it ?" "Of course; there's no other way." "Then, bring them into this room, the first thing--quick! They must not meet, Sir Rowland," he added, as Charcam hastened to obey his instructions.
"Heaven has decreed it otherwise," replied the knight, dejectedly.

"I yield to fate." "Yield to nothing," returned Wild, trying to re-assure him; "above all, when your designs prosper.

Man's fate is in his own hands.

You are your nephew's executioner, or he is yours.

Cast off this weakness.