She had not been mistaken.

_He_ was there, the man whom she expected.

With a cry of joy he opened his arms, and she threw herself into them, clasping her arms around his neck, and laid her head upon his breast.
"Welcome, my beloved one, welcome! Oh, how delightful it is to rest upon your breast!" "And what happiness to clasp you in my arms, Leonore! Raise your head, my sweet love; let me see your beautiful face and sun myself in your eyes." She lifted her face to his, gazing at him with a happy smile.

"I see myself in your eyes, dearest." "And you would see yourself in my heart also, if you could look into it, Leonore.

But come, my queen, sit down and let me rest at your feet and look up to you as I always do in spirit." He accompanied her to the divan and pressed her down upon the silken cushions.