"Dear, I don't know yet. I haven't formed any plan at all."
"Is it not very dangerous for you to remain here?"
"No, I think not.... That is—I shall see how this matter threatens to develop."
He felt her hand lightly on his arm, looked around, halted. She came to him, laid her cheek against his breast in silence.
"You must not be afraid for me, Karen."
"I shall try—to remember."
He lifted one of her hands. It was cold and delicately fragrant. He kissed it.
"The Bank at Diekirch is my address. I shall try to write you. I shall come back some day and marry you. Do you love me, Karen?"
"With all—all my—soul."