The stormy Slavic passions were threatening to burst all restraint.

"I give you to each other.

But you will remember that it was not for my sake, but for Russia's sake, I leave you.
My heart, my heart belongs to you, but my heart's heart is not for me, nor for you, but for Russia, for your mother's land and ours." By this time tears were streaming down his cheek.

Sobs shook his powerful frame.

Irma was clinging to him in an abandonment of weeping.
Kalman stood holding tight to his father, rigid, tearless, white.
At length the father tore away their hands and once more crying "Farewell!" made toward the door.
At this the boy broke forth in a loud cry, "Father! My father! Take me with you! I would not fear! I would not fear to die.