Hear me, thou high-hearted, glorious woman. I have little or no hope for thee—I confess that. I know thee too well to suppose that I could prevail with thee; but ... but ... whatever may become of us, why not save Elizabeth, if we may—
If we may George—but how?
Why ... draw nearer to me I pray thee; we have not much time to be together now, and I would have thee look upon me, as one having a right to comfort thee and to be comforted by thee—
A right ... how George?
As thy brother—
As my brother.... O, certainly——
Nay, nay ... do not forbear to lean thy head upon thy brother ... do not, I beseech thee. What have we to do here ... what have we to do now with that reserve which keeps the living apart ... our ashes, are they to be hindered of communion hereafter by the unworthy law of—ah ... sobbing ... Rachel Dyer! ... can it be that I hear you—you! the unperturbable, the steadfast and the brave ... can it be that I hear you sobbing at my side, as if your very heart would break....
No no....
There is to be a great change here, after we are out of the way....
Where—how?