It comforts us to atone for a wrong.

Whether you save me, Ulrich, or I perish--no matter; you are and always will be, my dear, faithful friend." Ulrich threw himself sobbing on the artist's breast, and when he learned what was required of him, fairly glowed with delight and eagerness for action; he thought no greater joy could befall him than to die for the Master.
As the bell of the palace-chapel was ringing for evening service, Sophonisba was obliged to leave her friend; for it was her duty to attend the nocturnus with the queen.
Don Fabrizio turned away, while she bade Moor farewell.
"If you desire my happiness, make him happy," the artist whispered; but she could find no words to reply, and only nodded silently.
He drew her gently towards him, kissed her brow, and said: "There is a hard and yet a consoling word Love is divine; but still more divine is sacrifice.

To-day I am both your friend and father.

Remember me to your sisters.

God bless you, child!" "And you, you!" sobbed the girl.
Never had any human being prayed so fervently for another's welfare in the magnificent chapel of the Alcazar, as did Sophonisba Anguisciola on this evening.