Chapter II
Girl! give me the mirrorThat said I was fair;Alas! fatal error,This picture reveals my despair.Smiles no longer can passO’er this faded brow,And I shiver this glass,Like his love and his fragile vow!
‘The music,’ said Ferdinand, full of enthusiasm, ‘is—’
‘Henrietta’s,’ replied her father.
‘And the words?’
‘Were found in my canary’s cage,’ said Henrietta Temple, rising and putting an end to the conversation.