I may not even hope.

I am doomed," answered Max.
"No, no, Sir Max," responded the drooping head.
After a prolonged silence Max said, "I am sure the secret of my station is safe with you." "You need not doubt, Sir Max," she responded.

"You cannot know how safe it is." She turned brightly upon him and continued, "Let me invoke my spirits, Sir Max." She raised her eyes, saint-fashion, toward heaven, and spoke under her breath: "I hear the word 'hope,' Sir Max, 'hope.' It is very faint, but better faint than not at all." "I tell you there is no hope for me, Fraeulein," responded Max, desperately.

"It is cruel in you to say there is.

It is doubly cruel to speak jestingly." "I speak earnestly," said Yolanda.