[_Exit_ Hagar. Nina. The clouds have passed away and I am happy now; and the wealth _he_ longed for it is mine to give. Oh, Adrian, come back to her thou hast cast aside. [_An arrow bearing a letter is thrown in at the window and falls at her feet._] What means this letter? Stay, let me see what it may tell me. 'Tis from Adrian. Ah, does an angel watch above me that such joy is mine? [_Opens the letter and reads._] Think not to win me back with thy new wealth; I cannot love thee. Be happy with thy gold; it cannot buy the heart of the unhappy Adrian. Nina. This from him! No, no, it cannot be; he would not speak such words to me; his wife. Yet, 't is his hand--I must believe--and a deeper darkness gathers round me. No joy, no hope, is left to bind me unto life. If I were gone he might be happy with another. I can never win his love, then why live on to dim his pathway. I will leave my gold to him, for it is worthless now; and when, with her he loves in some fair home, he sends perchance one thought of her who died to free him, I shall be repaid for this last sacrifice. Ah, Hagar, little didst thou think the joy foretold would end so soon, and this thy gift would win for me the rest I long for now [_takes from her bosom the phial and drinks_]. It will soon be past. Now, till sleep steals o'er me, I will send one last word, Adrian, to thee. [_She writes, then sinks upon the couch._] My heart grows faint, and my eyes are heavy with the last slumber they shall ever know. The poison does its work too soon; but I am done with life, and the soft, sweet sleep of death is holding me. Oh, my husband, may this last deed of mine give thee all the joy it could not bring to her who could only die for thee. Farewell life, farewell love; my latest prayer is for thee, Adrian. [_She lies down and falls gently asleep._] CURTAIN. SCENE NINTH. [_Terrace in_ Nina's _garden_. _Enter_ Adrian _with letter_.] Adrian. What means this letter from her hand? 'Twas given me by her servant while she slept. Does she call me home again? Ah, little can she know how fondly now her cold, proud husband longs to fold her in his arms and bless the hour when he lost wealth and won her noble love. [_Opens the letter and reads._]