"Would you murder me?"
The right hand, which was still clutched in his breast, loosened its grasp and fell by his side; the left hand followed, and the fingers linked themselves together; a rush of tears broke from his eyes: the fire was extinguished, and, sinking on his knees, he faltered:
"Mi perdona! Ferdinanda, l'ho amata dal primo giorno che l'ho veduta, ed adesso--ah, adesso!"
"I know it, my poor Antonio," said Ferdinanda, "and for that reason I forgive you once more, for the last time. If you repeat this scene I will tell my father, and then you must leave the house. And now, Signor Antonio, rise!"
She gave him her hand, which, still kneeling, he pressed to his lips and forehead.
"Antonio, Antonio!" called Justus' voice from without, and then a knock was heard at the door, which opened into the yard. Antonio sprang to his feet.
"Is Antonio here, Fräulein Ferdinanda?"
Ferdinanda went herself to open the door.
"Still at work?" said Justus as he entered. "But I thought you were going to the Exhibition with your cousin?"
"I am waiting for him; he has not made his appearance yet. You go on with Antonio; we will meet in the sculpture-room."