"Amen," said the nurse; "she hath raved much and talked wildly. To thee, Martin, I will confess it, she hath spoken much of one she loves."
"I dare to say so," said Martin, musing.
"But not of him of whom she should so speak," said the nurse.
"Not of him our good old master would like to have heard her speak in such loving terms. Mayhap I should surprise you were I to say on whom her affections seem fixed."
"I think not," said Martin, significantly.
"You think not?" said the nurse, "and wherefore?"
"Because I know her secret as well as if she had told it me," said Martin. "I have seen it from the first."
"Hark!" said the nurse, "she is again in one of those fits. Hear you that name, and thus called on."
"I do," said Martin; "'tis as I thought. May I see her? Methinks I cannot be satisfied till I look upon her sweet face, if but for a moment."
"Remain here whilst I go in, and I will then summon you," said the nurse. "Ah me, 'tis very sad!" and the nurse passed into the room, closing the door behind her.