“I fear nothing for myself.”
“Nor I,” said Domitia. “Oh, Glyceria, I am the most miserable woman on earth. I thought I could not be more unhappy than I was—then come—I will not speak of it,—thy loss—caused unwillingly by me, because I came here—and that has broken my heart. I have done the cruellest hurt to the one I loved best. I am most miserable—most miserable.” She covered her face, sank on the bed and wept.
The widow of the player endeavored to soothe her with soft words and caresses.
Then again Domitia spoke. “I have no one, I have nothing to look to, I am as one dead, and the only life in me is hate, that bites and writhes as a serpent.”
“And that thou must lay hold of and strangle as did Hercules.”
“I cannot, and I will not.”
“That will bring thee only greater suffering.”
“I cannot suffer more.”
“It is against the will of God.”
“But how know we His will?”