A stifled cry caught his ear.
"Henri!"...
They were in each others' arms and in tears.
How the lovers talked! What plans they made! How happy would be their coming life together! What bliss!
Wilhelmine broke off:
"Henri, do you know that it is past midnight?"
"I seem only to have come!" cried her lover.
"Ah, but you should not have stayed so late, my Henri!... The baron is not here. I am alone!... Indeed, indeed, you must go!"
"Oh," laughed the happy Henri: "Why, of course the baron is not here!"...