Last words of Thomas Carlyle - Warburg Institute

WOTTON REINFRED 131'his lips. I am parting from you, but I would notpart from your good wishes, from your estimation.But come, why all this tragedy ? ' continued she, ina lighter tone, and summoning a smile through her*tears. Sit down, and speak with me, for I havemuch to inquire and say, and it will be long beforewe meet again.'* In Heaven's name,' cried he,*whither are yougoing? Why did I lose you, and in what strangescenes have I found you after long waiting ? '*You have right to ask,' said she ;'but I cannotanswer in a word. Have patience with me ; I havelonged to tell you all ; longed to unfold the sad perplexitieswhich encompass me, to give them voiceand shape to any mortal thatwas not false-hearted,who, if he could not offer me help, would faithfullyoffer me pity, the solace of all the wretched. I havebeen alone in my grief, alone ! Perhaps it were wiserto continue so, but it is otherwise determmed ; listento me, you shall hear all.'Wotton sat in breathless attention, and the fairJane, with a resolute effort at indifference and composure,thus proceeded :—* I might well say with Macbeth, My May of lifeis fallen into the sear and yellow leaf, were it not thatlittle sunshine visits one at any time, and as for mylife, I think it has been cast in some Nova ZemblacHmat^, where, however it might be May by thecalendar, by the sky it was December. Bright blue