"I have been able only to save you from death," she said mournfully.

"I have been able only to obtain your life, but alas! not your liberty." "Then I remain a prisoner ?" "Yes, a prisoner." "For how long ?" "For life," she murmured in a voice barely audible.
But Kolbielsky--laughed.
"For life! That means--so long as Napoleon lives and is powerful.

But he will die; he will fall, and then my emperor will release me; then I shall belong to life, to the world; then I shall again be yours! I will accept my emperor's pardon, for it is you who bring it to me--you have obtained it.
You say so, and I know it.

You hastened to Totis, you threw yourself at the emperor's feet, pleaded for mercy, and he could not resist your fiery zeal, your bewitching personality.

But how did you know that I was arrested?
Who told you that I was Baron von Moudenfels ?" "My uncle," she replied with downcast eyes, "my uncle brought me the tidings; he told me that Napoleon, through Count Bubna, had sent a courier to Totis, to the Emperor Francis, and asked your condemnation.