"Why do you shake so?" he asked.
"It is from joy."
"You love me so, then?"
When the silence returned, she said:
"Barabant, promise me but one thing."
"I promise it."
"When the day comes that you are leaving me for another woman, tell me first." She added low, as though she did not want him to hear: "I can kill myself without seeing her in his arms!"
Barabant, recoiling before such a picture of the future, cried from the bottom of a heart of pity:
"Never! Never!"
"No—I could not leave thee, even so," she said, weeping herself at the thought she had conjured. "Let me always be thy servant. I am only an ignorant girl, not fit to be thy companion. Let me take care of thee, though, whatever happens!"