I have bribed her, with flattery and a few little kindnesses, to come and tell me of you, several times, when we have been separated in these long weeks.

We have not even gone to the 'Bavaria'; I have shown her my office.

I care not to force myself upon your loyal secrecy.

I respect the promise upon which your artistic future depends; but think of me.

If you were ill, and we were separated by Fate, I should go mad! I could not live! Can you not trust her to bring me to you ?" Fear and love were striving now in the singer's throbbing heart.
The Magyar witch clasped her arms around her gallant lover in a mad access of tenderness.