"I remember," answered the earl, "that lovely girl—your relative, I believe—did she recover in Florence?"
"She died there," was the low reply.
"As I might have done, but for you," he answered, with feeling. "It was the first idea I ever had of a mother's kindness."
"And do you really feel this little service so much?"
"I only wish it were in my power to prove how much!"
"You can, easily."
"How, lady?"
"Return to your tutor in the morning—break off all acquaintance with this gentleman."
"What—Leicester?"
"Yes, Leicester."