“I did cry on Gerard, but now.”
“Ay, ay, sure I heard that.”
“Well, he answered me.”
“Tush, girl: say not that.”
“Mother, as sure as I lie here, with his boy by my side, his voice came back to me, 'Margaret!' So. Yet methought 'twas not his happy voice. But that might be the distance. All voices go off sad like at a distance. Why art not happy, sweetheart? and I so happy this night? Mother, I seem never to have felt a pain or known a care.” And her sweet eyes turned and gloated on the little face in silence.
That very night Gerard flung himself into the Tiber. And that very hour she heard him speak her name, he cried aloud in death's jaws and despair's.
“Margaret!”
Account for it those who can. I cannot.