There is that between you and me which makes speech contemptible and words ridiculous.

There is only one thing that I can do, Vjera dearest.

I can love you, dear, with all my heart.

Will you take my love for thanks--and my devotion for gratitude?
Will you, dear?
Will you remember what you promised and what I promised last night?
As soon as all is right, to-morrow, will you be my wife ?" "If it could ever be!" sighed the poor girl, recalled suddenly to the remembrance of his pitiful infirmity.
"It can be, it shall be and it will be," he answered in tones of conviction.

"They are waiting for me now, Vjera, in my little room--but they may wait, for I will not lose a moment of your dear company for them all.