Chapter 318

MARQUIS (looks after him with astonishment).

And is this possible! And to this hour Have I not known him fully? In his heart This blemish has escaped my eye. Distrust Of me--his friend! But no, 'tis calumny! What hath he done that I accuse him thus Of weakest weakness. I myself commit The fault I charge on him. What have I done Might well surprise him! When hath he displayed To his best friend such absolute reserve? Carlos, I must afflict thee--there's no help-- And longer still distress thy noble soul. In me the king hath placed his confidence, His holiest trust reposed--as in a casket, And this reliance calls for gratitude. How can disclosure serve thee when my silence Brings thee no harm--serves thee, perhaps? Ah! why Point to the traveller the impending storm? Enough, if I direct its anger past thee! And when thou wakest the sky's again serene.

[Exit.