Nought understood, but yet her heart forebode
Some dire event When ended was their council,
All three turned sorrowing glances on Aldona.
Walter looked longest, with despair’s mute gaze;
Thick-falling teardrops trickled from his eyes;
He fell before Aldona’s feet and pressed
Her hands unto his heart, and pardon begged
For all the things that she had suffered of him.
“Woe!” cried he, “unto women loving madmen,
Whose hearts domestic happiness contents not.