"'I don't know half enough; my heart craves to be fed. If you knew how hungry and ferocious it is, you would hasten to stay it with a kind word or two.'
"'Poor Tartar!' said she, touching and patting my hand--'poor fellow, stalwart friend, Shirley's pet and favourite, lie down!'
"'But I will not lie down till I am fed with one sweet word.'
"And at last she gave it.
"'Dear Louis, be faithful to me; never leave me. I don't care for life unless I may pass it at your side.'
"'Something more.'
"She gave me a change; it was not her way to offer the same dish twice.

Poor Tartar!' said she, patting my hand; 'poor fellow, stalwart friend, Shirley's favourite, lie down!'
"'I will not lie down till I am fed with one sweet word.'
"And at last she gave it.
"'Dear Louis, be faithful to me; never leave me. I don't care for life unless I may pass it at your side.'
"'Something more.'
"She gave me a change. 