Story, take it in all, but true—never fear.
I’m sorry you lost, Michel, sorry indeed,
And feel that at my hands some succor[650] you need,
Which you shall receive—ay! shall, on my life.
These gems are superb![651] They belonged to your wife?
’Tis the fortune of cards;—a full purse to-day;
To-morrow like smoke-clouds it all melts away.[652]
But, no doubt, you’re eager and anxious to know
What held back the young noble’s long-wished-for blow:
Ah! he wished his revenge to be perfect, complete,