Page:Ernestus Berchtold or the Modern Œdipus.djvu/287

 But you married; I dreamt of happiness, on Louisa’s birth-day accompanied you to your room, and the demon’s threat I found had indeed been fulfilled. Your mother’s portrait was Matilda’s. Olivieri had seduced, you married a daughter of Matilda, of Matilda’s husband, and I was the murderer of her father.