The broken Chevalier started slowly for 74 the door. He turned slightly and caught the sound of sobs.
Wheeling around, he saw her arms half stretched towards him. He bounded back.
He was now kissing the hem of her garments, her gloves, her roses, her fingertips, and crying extravagantly, almost shouting the words: “You DO love me!”
Gently Henriette imparted a maiden’s delicate kiss on his cheek. “When Louise is found––” she was half sobbing in his arms, “––dreams––yes––perhaps you might find a way to bring them true!”
But the gallant gentleman jumps forward to the end of the dream. Youthfully swearing that Louise will soon be found, he visions their exquisite happiness as of tomorrow or the day after. He holds her delightedly, then draws her closer. The kindred magnets are one.
Lips meet lips in soul-kiss that cause the maidenly head to hide under elbow in confusion. Kissing almost every part and furnishing of that dear second self––vowing never to rest till he brings Louise and takes Henriette––the ecstatic cavalier is gone!
Alas for the quickly visioned dream-facts of twenty-four! Full long shall be the interval 75 betwixt the bright Utopia and the heavenly reality:––the dungeon, the Storm, the death chamber and e’en the shining axe shall intervene.
A great Nation shall have thrown off its old tyrants and weltered in the blood of new tyranny. What matter? The souls of the girl and the man are one, they shall be faithful unto the End!