"Thank you for these words," said he; "wherever I go they shall be my talisman."
"Are you going already?" asked she, anxiously.
"I must go, Elise," replied he.
"Oh, Feodor, I dare not bid you stay. I tremble at the thought of my father seeing you," sighed she; "but when, my beloved, when shall we see each other again?"
He looked at her a long time with a steady, piercing glance. He then exclaimed, almost rudely: "You have sworn me love and constancy till death. Do you remember it?"
"I remember it, and never will I be faithless to my vow," whispered she, smiling through her tears.
"You swore to me never to belong to any one but me. Have you forgotten that?"
"No, I have not."
"Well, then," said he, rising, "we shall soon see each other again."
"When, Feodor, when?"