CLVII.

"And now, sir, I have done, and say no more; The little I have said may serve to show The guileless heart in silence may grieve o'er[af] The wrongs to whose exposure it is slow:-- I leave you to your conscience as before, 'T will one day ask you _why_ you used me so? God grant you feel not then the bitterest grief!-- Antonia! where's my pocket-handkerchief?"