The. I do not know. I am disturbed by him.
I scarce can tell you how.
Nau. To call him friend
But proves my loyalty to the loved dead.
The. I do not doubt my mother! No, no, no!
But him I fear. His eye speaks muddily,
And echoes not his words.
Nau. No more of this!
You prattle, child. Say that he loves me——
The. Ah,