XLII + 

Here Estee rests. He shook a basket, + 

When, like a jewel from its casket, + 

Fell Felton out. Said Estee, shouting + 

With mirth; “I’ve given you an outing.” + 

Then told him to go back. He wouldn’t. + 

Then tried to put him back. He couldn’t. + 

So Estee died (his blood congealing + 

In Felton’s growing shadow) squealing. + 