‘Still whispering hope!’
‘Despair is the conclusion of fools.’
‘O Honain! ‘tis a great trial. I can play my part, and yet methinks ‘twere better we had not again met. How is Schirene?’
‘Thinking of thee.’
‘Tis something that she can think. My mind has gone. Where’s Miriam?’
‘Free.’
‘That’s something. Thou hast done that. Good, good Honain, be kind to that sweet child, if only for my sake. Thou art all she has left.’
‘She hath thee.’
‘Her desolation.’
‘Live and be her refuge.’