"Yes, yes," she murmured abstractedly; "who could fail to love him? so valiant and so goodly to look upon, so tender unto his friends, and to me his poor wife, and ever was the inward joy in his bosom breaking forth in praises to God--and yet"--turning wildly on Dick--"yet you will let him die!  You are as hard as the nether millstone!  Dick, do not shake your head, you must go!  You must force Prince Rupert to hear you.  He can--he shall be saved!  Cruel! you will not refuse me!"--and she flung herself on her knees in agony.