You torture me and cause me to torture myself," said Max.

"To keep a constant curb on one's ardent longing is exhausting.

It takes the heart out of a man.

At times you seem to forget that my silence is my great grief, not my fault.

Ah, Fraeulein! you cannot understand my longing and my struggle." "I do understand," she answered plaintively, slipping her hand into his, "and unless certain recent happenings have the result I hope for, you, too, will understand, more clearly than you now do, within a very short time." She covered her face with her hands.