104 THE FLORAL TELEGRAPH. 
mund howled forth, ‘Alack, I have 
assisted to murder my brother.’ 
“Thy brother, was it thine ? Was 
it the noble, the good, the gentle 
Lionel, the first-born, that loved my 
Violetta ? Jesu, had I known but 
this ! Out, hound ! away ! Leave my 
presence—I scorn you ! You a Bela- 
mour ! My heart disowns, loathes 
you. Oh Lionel, Lionel, had I but 
known this! 
“ 4 Well,’ said the rebuked clown, 
‘ Sir Eustace, throttling a brother 
is not, alter all, so bad as murder out¬ 
right, and a plucking out a daughter’s 
hair from her head, and shooting her 
afterwards. However, the soonest 
