Benjamin Disraeli,
Tancred — Chapter XXII. The Crusader Receives a Shock
(1847)
“ His tumultuous reverie was broken by the sobs of Lady Bertie. 'By heaven, I cannot endure this!' said Tancred, advancing. 'Death seems to me preferable to her un-happiness. Dearest of women!' 'Do not call me that,' she murmured. 'I can bear anything from your lips but words of fondness. And pardon all this; I am not myself to-day. I had thought that I had steeled myself to all, to our inevitable separation; but I have mistaken myself, at least miscalculated my strength. It is weak; it is very weak and very foolish, but you must pardon it. ”
