"There are only a few destined to be happy," said Dernburg, with strong emphasis, "but the duty of making others happy, when it is in our power, that duty belongs to us all. Victor knows what has happened, and does not demand of you that passionate love which linked you to Oscar--perhaps, he would not even understand it. But you are necessary to his happiness, and his faithful, honorable devotion is well worth the sacrifice of those memories. Of course, you are at full liberty to do as you choose, Maia--only consider this one thing: whoever would truly live, must also live for others!"
The young girl made no answer, a few large tears rolled slowly down her cheeks; the grave admonition had not been without effect.
"Well, what am I to say to the Count?" asked Dernburg, after a pause.
Mala pressed both hands to her heart, as though she would keep down a self-asserting pain there, then she bowed her head and answered, almost inaudibly:
"Tell him--that I am expecting him!"
Then she felt her father's lips upon her forehead, and folding her in his arms, he said with profound emotion:
"That is right, my poor--my brave child!"
Five minutes later Victor Eckardstein entered, almost unaltered in his outward appearance, save that his features were graver and more manly. Now, indeed, his whole manner bespoke nothing but excitement and uneasiness.
"Your father told me that I would find you alone, Maia," he began. "I have so much that I should like to confide to you, and yet know not whether you will listen to me."
Maia stood before him with downcast eyes; a slight blush mantled her cheek, as she bowed her head in acquiescence, without opening her lips.