"He will believe me."
"But, Anna, Anna, if he shouldn't?"
"Then—we will elope. But I ought to make this last attempt. Heaven will give me strength. Afterwards—I will write to you, I will tell you everything. I daren't come here any more. It's too dangerous. If any one should see me it would be the ruin of all our hopes. I'll write to you. You'll arrange your own affairs in the meantime—as if you were at the point of death, as if you were going to leave this country never to return. You must be ready at any instant."
"I'll be ready."
"Surely?"
"Surely."
"Without a regret?"
"Without a regret." But his voice died on his lips.
"Thank you; you love me. We shall be so happy! You will see. Happier than any one in the world!"