The price of blood is on his head,
With me ’twere infamy to wed.—
Still wouldst thou speak?—then hear the truth!
Fitz-James, there is a noble youth,—
If yet he is!—exposed for me
And mine to dread extremity[256]—
Thou hast the secret of my heart;
Forgive, be generous, and depart!”
XVIII.
Fitz-James knew every wily train[257]