"Why do you wish that, Cynthia?"
"You would be better there, Leila. You would be under the care of Bar Hhasdai."
"Bar Hhasdai has no cure for worry, Cynthia."
"I think you would be better there, Leila."
"Cynthia! do you care for me? do you love me?"
Cynthia replied by repeatedly kissing the hem of the Duchess's garment.
"Ah, it is all very well to make that dumb show; but do you really love me?"
"Yes, Leila, I love you. When the hound flew at me, you were bathed in my blood, and did not mind."
"Of course, poor girl, I could not help pitying you. By the bye, Cynthia—would you do anything that would make me better?"