“What didst thou, man?”—
“I brought them to a cot
Behind your larches—a sequester’d spot, 860
Where dwells the woman; I believe her mind
Is now enlighten’d—I am sure, resign’d.
She gave her infant, though with aching heart
And faltering spirit, to be nursed apart.”—
“And that vile scoundrel”——
“Nay, his name restore,
And call him Cecil,—for he is no more.