If anything should happen to you, Miss Racksole, I would kill myself.' 'But why ?' she questioned.

'Supposing, that is, that anything could happen to me--which it can't.' 'Because I have dragged you into this,' he replied, gazing at her.

'It is nothing to you.

You are only being kind.' 'How do you know it is nothing to me, Prince ?' she asked him quickly.
Just then the sick man made a convulsive movement, and Nella flew to the bed and soothed him.

From the head of the bed she looked over at Prince Aribert, and he returned her bright, excited glance.