Then I became physically conscious, and glowing with confusion I raised myself from my reclining position, and attempted to look up into the face of Ernest.

But I could not do it.

Contending emotions deprived me of the power of self-command.
"This is madness, Gabriella! This is suicide!" he exclaimed, lifting me from the grave, and still supporting me with his arm.

"Why do you come here to nurse a grief so far beyond the limits of reason and religion?
Why do you give your friends such exquisite pain, yourself such unnecessary misery ?" "Do not reproach me," I cried.

"You know not what cause I have for anguish and despair." "Despair, Gabriella! You cannot know the meaning of that word.