Without you all is bitterness,

But with you Paradise.’”

“Pray make those letters quite clear, Sir,

And underline them thrice.”

“‘And if you no longer love me,

Suffer so much shall I.

That’ ...”—“‘Suffer’? ’tis not the word, Sir;

Put ‘I shall surely die.’”

“’Twere sinning against Heaven, my child.”

“‘Die,’ sir, in black and white!”