“Tito, compose thyself.”
“Let me at least take leave of her. Let me bid her farewell!”
“I accede to that. Awake, Elena, awake! I command thee to come. Behold! she is there.”
“What shall I say to her? At what hour to-night may I return?”
“Tell her that at daylight she will see thee.”
“Oh, no! I do not wish to stay with you so many hours. To-day I have more fear than ever.
“Be careful!”
“Do not be angry!” exclaimed the unhappy bridegroom. “Do not be angry, but tell me the truth. We will see each other truly at daybreak, Elena and I?”
Death solemnly raised his right hand, and looking up to heaven, his sad voice answered:—