He sprang up.
“It must be, dearest Edith; we must soon part!”
She turned pale. With a look of anguish she caught at his hand and held it fast.
“Do not leave me!”
“I must have perfect freedom—at present. After the war I belong entirely to you.”
“No, no, you cannot be so cruel! You must not leave me!”
“We shall meet again! I love you and will be true to you. But now I ask a sacrifice from you. I am a German officer; my life now belongs to my country.”
She slid from her chair to the ground and clasped his knees.
“I cannot leave you; it will bring you no happiness, if you destroy me.”
“Be strong, Edith. I always used to admire your firm, powerful will. Have you all at once lost all sense, all reason?”