"I can't," he said—"I can't; I'm too weak—I'm old—and weak and worn out.
"But I say," continued Rita, impatiently, "that I sall take you to a place where you sall restar."
"I can't," said Russell.
"Do you intendar to keep you promeese?"
"What promise?" said Russell, hesitatingly.
"To marry me," said Rita, coldly.
"Marry you! I never said that," replied Russell.
"You did."
"I did not. I have a wife living—you know that surely. She is in the castle."
"She? Bah! She is dead. I know that," said Rita, triumphantly.