Thank God. And doth she know?
Ros.Ay, thou shalt hear.
’Twas Margaret’s doing: all night long she sat
By Constance’ bed, and there with gentlest presence
And soft accustomed voice most gradually
She soothed and won the wandering spirit back.
But, oh, the sweetest skill!—she, as she saw
Constance take note of her, made no discovery,
But spoke of thee and all things else, as if
There never had been change: and that so well,