Gottfried went out, and Matthew came to sit with the chevalier, whom he
was to take care of during the night, and to whom he had orders to say a
few words about Arnold and his arrival.

The night rolled away, and Theobald could not sleep. He was suffering,
and sometimes groaned, and the name of Hildegarde was continually on his
lips.

Matthew did not cease to pray to God in his heart, that he would visit
this soul in mercy; and as the chevalier exclaimed, "O, how my heart
aches!" Matthew approached him, and said, "My lord is suffering. What
can I do for him?"

"Ah, Matthew!" replied Theobald, "it is my heart that suffers. It seems
to me that it will break."

"If my lord," said Matthew, gently, "could weep, it would surely relieve
him."

"Weep!" exclaimed Theobald, looking at Matthew; "weep, do you say? I do
not know what it is. I have never wept. Shall the Iron-Hearted become a
woman?"

"'Jesus wept!' is written in the Gospel," replied Matthew. "And our good
Saviour is our pattern in all things."

"You weep, then, here?" said the chevalier, with visible interest; "for
here you do in all things like Jesus?"