He had been in the Krumerweg that afternoon.
"Why, those are mine!" exclaimed Gretchen excitedly.
"You see ?" said Von Arnsberg.

"Would you not like to be a princess, Gretchen ?" A princess?
Gretchen's heart fluttered.

A princess?
She saw the king shaking the bars of his cell; she heard his voice calling out his love for her.

A princess?
She laid her head on Hildegarde's shoulder.

She was weak, and this was some dream.
"But who, then, am I ?" asked Hildegarde.