“And now, sir, I have done, and say no more;
The little I have said may serve to show
The guileless heart in silence may grieve o’er
The wrongs to whose exposure it is slow:—
I leave you to your conscience as before,
’Twill one day ask you why you used me so?
God grant you feel not then the bitterest grief!—
Antonia! where’s my pocket-handkerchief?”