Why had that sister of his not told me this?—
“Not told you this?” cried Elbert; “What? not told?
Ay, ay, I see.—She hoped that love, perchance—
It is a woman’s balm for every ill—
Might woo this Edith from her present life.
She knows her not.—And you—have you told her?—
Does Edith know your plans?”
“She must have known”—
I answer’d back; and then I check’d myself.
Did not she blush to hear that Elbert came?—