Chapter 123 No.123

Fitz-James knew every wily train

A lady's fickle heart to gain,

But here he knew and felt them vain.

440 There shot no glance from Ellen's eye,

To give her steadfast speech the lie;

In maiden confidence she stood.

Though mantled in her cheek the blood,

And told her love with such a sigh

445 Of deep and hopeless agony,

As