Well, Maria ?" The young wife was gazing at the floor.

She would gladly have flown to his breast, but offended pride would not suffer her to do so, and some mysterious power bound her hands and did not permit her to lay them in his.
"Farewell," she said in a hollow tone.
"Maria!" he exclaimed reproachfully.

"To-day is no well-chosen time for pouting.

Come and be my sensible wife." She did not move instantly; but he heard the bell ring for the fourth hour, the time when the session of the council ended, and left the room without looking back at her.
The little bouquet still lay on the writing-table; the young wife saw it, and with difficulty restrained her tears..