“I do try. I try so hard. If you only knew how hard! Don’t let me wander till I have spoken. Give me a little more wine.”

Lightwood complied. Eugene, with a most pathetic struggle against the unconsciousness that was coming over him, and with a look of appeal that affected his friend profoundly, said:

“You can leave me with Jenny, while you speak to her and tell her what I beseech of her. You can leave me with Jenny, while you are gone. There’s not much for you to do. You won’t be long away.”

“No, no, no. But tell me what it is that I shall do, Eugene!”

“I am going! You can’t hold me.”

“Tell me in a word, Eugene!”

His eyes were fixed again, and the only word that came from his lips was the word millions of times repeated. Lizzie, Lizzie, Lizzie.