But at that instant the Voivodin, with a swift glance at her husband, laid a finger on her lip; and he, with quick understanding, gave assurance by a similar sign.

Then she sank before him on one knee, and, raising his hand to her lips, kissed it, and spoke: "Gospodar Rupert, I owe you all that a woman may owe, except to God.
You have given me life and honour! I cannot thank you adequately for what you have done; my father will try to do so when he returns.

But I am right sure that the men of the Blue Mountains, who so value honour, and freedom, and liberty, and bravery, will hold you in their hearts for ever!" This was so sweetly spoken, with lips that trembled and eyes that swam in tears, so truly womanly and so in accord with the custom of our nation regarding the reverence that women owe to men, that the hearts of our mountaineers were touched to the quick.

Their noble simplicity found expression in tears.

But if the gallant Gospodar could have for a moment thought that so to weep was unmanly, his error would have had instant correction.