"And you never think what may be the price of such freedom?"
"I spurn such a thought as often as it arises."
"You believe in a woman's loyalty, a woman's virtue?"
"I do."
"Then you are a very happy man!"
During this conversation I continued my drawing, and she called my attention to several objects in the landscape which had escaped me. Shortly after that she began a very ordinary conversation about the weather.
"Look! the prophecy of the old forester is well-nigh fulfilled. The sky is quite overcast. The snowstorm will surprise us here."
"Then, perhaps, it may be as well to call our friend out of his hiding-place?"
"Oh, that will be very easy! I need only give him one signal. He himself selected it from the romance 'Ivanhoe'—the note of the hero's horn—'Wasa hóa!' At this signal he will appear immediately."
"Well, I can scarcely see to sketch any more, it is so dark."