As we drew nearer the town, he said to me:
“In a few hours we shall have to part, May, for a time. While we are here alone, and you are uninfluenced, let me ask you something. This love of yours for me—what will it carry you through?”
“Anything, now that I am sure of yours for me.”
“In short, you are firmly decided to be my wife some time?”
“When you tell me you are ready for me,” said I, putting my hand in his.
“And if I find it best to leave my Fatherland, and begin life quite anew?”
“Thy God is my God, and thy people are my people, Eugen.”
“One other thing. How do you know that you can marry? Your friends—”
“I am twenty years old. In a year I can do as I like,” said I, composedly. “Surely we can stand firm and faithful for a year?”