For, Lady, thou dost know I ne'er did tire Of thy sweet sacraments and ritual; In morning meadows I have knelt to thee, In noontide woodlands hearkened hushedly Thy heart's warm beat in sacred slumbering, And in the spaces of the night heard ring Thy voice in answer to the spheral lay: Now 'neath thy throne my suppliant life I fling Send me a maiden meet for love, I pray!

Madame de Farrington kissed her brother at leaving him, as was natural; and under her caress his stalwart person shuddered, but not in repugnance; and the Queen went away singing hushedly.