He must inform her, she already cost
More than her worth, and more should not be lost; 310
But still concluding, “if your will be so
That you must see the old ones, do it—go!”
Some weeks the Doctor waited, and the while
His lady preach’d in no consoling style;
At last she fear’d that rustic had convey’d
Their child to prison—yes, she was afraid,—
There to remain in that old hall alone
With the vile heads of stags, and floors of stone.