She left him pledges of her love and trust,
A son of noble promise, and a daughter
To nestle, dove-like, in her father's heart,
And keep her place for ever. She is blind!
GODFREY.
I marvel not that Bolton has excelled,
And won a station of the highest trust,
If his warm heart enlisted in the work:
But the small cares, the constant calculations
Required to make, at least to keep, a fortune—