"Ah, do not refuse me!" interrupted the countess. "I am so unhappy! I am
alone in the world, with no one for me to love, and no one to love me!"

"You have many blessings, madam."

"I have rank and wealth and good looks, if you mean them. But, ah! do
you think they make a woman happy?"

"No, madam."

"Listen, Hannah! My poor father was an apostate to his faith. My nation
cast me off for being his daughter and for marrying a Christian. My
parents are dead. My people are estranged. My husband alienated. But
still I have one comfort and one hope! My comfort is--the--the simple
existence of my husband! Yes, Hannah! alienated as he is, it is a
comfort to me to know that he lives. If it were not for that, I myself
should die! Oh, Hannah! it is common enough to talk of being willing to
die for one we love! It is easy to die--much easier sometimes than to
live: the last is often very hard! I will do more than die for my love:
I will live for him! live through long years of dreary loneliness,
taking my consolation in rearing his son, if you will give me the boy,
and hoping in some distant future for his return, when I can present his
boy to him, and say to him: 'If you cannot love me for my own sake, try
to love me a little for his!' Oh, Hannah! do not dash this last hope
from me! give me the boy!"

Hannah bent her head in painful thought. To grant Lady Hurstmonceux's
prayer would be to break her vow, by virtually acknowledging the
parentage of Ishmael and betraying Herman Brudenell--and without