"Alas! she cannot come to you, my son, even were she permitted," interposed the minister. "Her wound is not dangerous, but she has not strength for the painful interview."
"'Tis better thus!" exclaimed Urso, in a voice that betrayed profound emotion. "The parting with her would be a greater pang than death itself. Bid her an eternal farewell from me, and say to her——"
And he stopped.
"What must I add, my son?" inquired the minister.
"Say that I have left her a good legacy," rejoined Urso.
"Know you not that any money you may have bequeathed her will be forfeited?" remarked Vosper.
"Forfeited to whom?" demanded the prisoner.
"To whom should it be forfeited except to the king?" rejoined Vosper.
"I am easy on that score," said Urso. "Charles Stuart will not keep this money from her. The provision I have made is secure. Tell her so," he added to the minister. "She may not understand my meaning now, but she will understand it hereafter."
"Your words shall be faithfully repeated," said the Reverend Laban. "Farewell, my son!"