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ARIADNE. 241" CouldI but suffer for him! " she said once;and it was still the living man that she meant.The dead waa at rest; but heIdared not say to her the thingIthought :that he suffered nothing, he who had slain menbefore this and only caUed it honour.She lay there,Isay, in the solitude of herchamber, and at last could not rise or moveat aU, and only saw the blue skies, and thechanges of sun and of stars, through the higharchedcasements barred with iron, with theblue veronica flowers hanging down them, andpast them the pigeons flying.The wise men said she should go from Rome,but that she woidd not do. Rome was to heras the mother in whose arms she would fainbreathe herlast.From the height of her chamber even as shelay she could see the whole width of the cityoutspread,and the long dark lines of the pineson the hdls, and the hght which told where thesea was. She would lie and look, as the dyingchUd looks at its mother's face.No one said she was dying;they said it wasVOL. IU. p.