“Yes, you are there. It is no dream. You are there.”
“Yes, I am here, never to leave you again, Albert.”
“But let me keep hold of your hand, so that if I drop asleep again, I may know, even in my dreams, that I have you.”
She gave him both her hands, caressing his, and looking on him with unspeakable tenderness.
“Elfie, my darling,” he murmured,—“when I look at you so, and think how I wronged you, it almost breaks my heart! I am sorry! I am sorry!”
“Albert, dear, don’t look so! don’t speak so! You have done me no wrong at all—none, none, I say. But if—if——”
“If what, Elfie?”
“Oh! if I could only hear you say—say——”
“Say what, my darling girl?”
“Say that—that you are sorry—sorry for taking up arms against your native land!” sobbed Elfie.