I love you, Paul, and methinks that you would love me too.

I would that I could take you with me now to be my friend and comrade through life; but perchance your lady mother could ill spare you, by what you say.

I know what a mother's love is like." Paul's face was grave.

For the first time in his life he was confronted by the problem of a divided duty--that problem which troubles us all more or less at some time in our history.
"I would gladly go with your highness to the world's end," he said.
"I should love to live and die at your side; but I doubt me if it would not be cruel to my mother.

She sometimes tells me that her life would be a lone one without me." "And you must stay with her," said the prince with decision; "at least so long as you are a child.