But you! And you have the fortitude to command these comely weaknesses, to tread them down at the call of reason.

How often have I not admired it even to yourself! Ay, even to yourself,' he added tenderly, dwelling, it seemed, in memory on hours of more private admiration.

'But now, madam--' 'But now, Herr von Gondremark, the time for these declarations has gone by,' she cried.

'Are you true to me?
are you false?
Look in your heart and answer: it is your heart I want to know.' 'It has come,' thought Gondremark.

'You, madam!' he cried, starting back--with fear, you would have said, and yet a timid joy.