"You would pardon me if you knew all the horrors of the punishment that I am enduring.

I was mad, blind, besotted, nor did I love you as I do at this moment." A smile played round Diana's beautiful mouth, for Norbert had told her nothing that she did not know before, but she wished to hear it from his own lips.
"Alas!" murmured she; "I can only frame my reply with the fatal words, '_Too late_!'" "Diana!" He endeavored to seize her hand, but she drew it away with a rapid movement.
"Do not use that name," said she; "you have no right to do so.

Is it not sufficient to have blighted the young girl's life?
and yet you seek to compromise the honor of the wife.

You must forget me; do you understand?
It is to tell you this that I am here.

The other day, when I saw you again, I lost my self-command.