“No，mylady！”returnedDonal；“ifGodhadnotsentme，hewouldhavesentsomebodyelse；youwereready！”
“Iamverygladhesentyou！Ishouldneverhavelovedanyothersomuch！”
Donal\'seyesfilledwithtears。Hewassimpleasachild。Nomalevanity，noself-exultationthatawomanshouldlovehim，andtellhimshelovedhim，sprangupinhisheart。Heknewshelovedhim；helovedher；allwassonaturalitcouldnotbeotherwise：heneverpresumedtoimagineheroncethinkingofhimashehadthoughtofGinevra。Hewasherservant，willingandlovingasanyangelofGod：
thatwasall——andenough！
“Youarenotvexedwithyourpupil——areyou？”sheresumed，againlookingupinhisface，thistimewitharosyflushonherown。