‘It is this, sir,’ replied Kate, violently agitated: ‘that beneath the roof where I, a helpless girl, your dead brother’s child, should most have found protection, I have been exposed to insult which should make you shrink to look upon me. Let me pass you.’

La mort est secourable et la mort est tranquille.
Ah! contre les douleurs il n`y a pas d`autre asile.*

‘You have but to hint a wish,’ returned Nicholas fervently, ‘and I would hazard my life to gratify it.’