You will forget me, I know; but what else can I hope for ?" "Forget you!" said Norbert angrily.

"Can you forget me ?" His face was so close to hers that she felt the hot breath upon her cheek.
"Yes," stammered she, with a violent effort, "I can." Norbert drew a pace back, that he might read her meaning more fully in her eyes.
"And if I go away," asked he, "what will become of you ?" A sob burst from the young girl's breast, and her strength seemed to desert her limbs.
"I," answered she, in the calm, resigned voice of a Christian virgin about to be cast to the lions that roared in the arena, "I have my destiny.

To-day is the last time that we shall ever meet.

I shall return to my home, where everything will shortly be known.

I shall find my father angry and menacing.