With false ambition what had I to do?
Little with love, and least of all with fame.
And yet they came unsought, and with me grew,
And made me all! which they can make—a name.
Yet this was not the end I did pursue;
Surely I once beheld a nobler aim.
Yet If thou help me find it—even so
Shall I be glad that I have purchased woe!”
The door of the room adjoining opened and a figure dressed in white appeared. He rose and passed through.
“You wished me, Annabel?”