Chetwynd caught her before she fell, and placed her on a couch.
All those who had witnessed her death had departed, except Mr. Massey, who was still in the room when Lord Courland entered.
On beholding the body, he uttered a frenzied cry, and rushed towards it.
“I would have given five years of my own life to exchange a few words with her ere she breathed her last!” he exclaimed, in a voice of bitterest anguish and self-reproach.
“You loved her, then, deeply, my lord?” said Chetwynd.
“She was the only woman I ever loved,” replied Lord Courland. “Farewell, Teresa!”
Bending down and kissing her brow, he quitted the room with Chetwynd.