Daisy remembered Mortimer's words: "Promise that you will not doubt me, whatever may occur in connection with this necklace—that you will love me, though I may be unable to explain condemning circumstances, or dispel the doubts of others"—and the words came to her freighted with such hope and tenderness, that her sleep that night was deep and refreshing. Doubt had folded its wings in the heart of Daisy Snarle.
XIII.
Ludwick.—Now here's a man half ruined by ill luck,
As true a man as breathes the summer air.
Launcelot.—Ill luck, erratic jade! but yesterday
She might have made him king!
Old Play.