And the loved object to your wishes lost?
But was she faithless, or were you to blame?
I wish I knew her—Will you tell her name?”—
“Excuse me—that would hurt her if alive;
And, if no more, why should her fault survive?” 660
“But love you still?”—
“Alas! I feel I do,
When I behold her very looks in you!”—
“Yet, if the frail one’s name must not be known,
My friendly guest may trust me with his own.”