"If misfortune assails him I will share it with him."
"And suppose the mad scheme in which he is the foremost actor succeeds, and his hands are stained with your father's blood?"
"Then I will find a path in which to implore Heaven's pardon for him."
"Blinded creature! Your self-created ideal prevents your seeing the man as he is. Do you believe it possible to confine a heart in a cage that is accustomed to take free flight, and which, moreover, you have by no means made captive? For Pushkin loves you not! I tell you, he loves you not! Be convinced; he loves you not!"
Sophie looked in bewilderment at Korynthia. The instinct of her woman's heart, added to a nervous foreboding, told her the horrible truth. Seizing Korynthia's hand, she exclaimed:
"You love him!"
"You are right!" hissed Korynthia, with wild vehemence.
Sophie, pressing her hands to her heart, turned white as death; her eyes closed, her breathing stopped, and she fell lifeless to the ground.
The Princess went in search of Helenka.
"Go in to your mistress; she is not well."