"It is our marriage, David. Others are married in church and by the hand, and with a ring. We are married in our spirits and our souls."
A long time passed, during which they did not speak. The searchlight flashed in on them again and again with its supernatural eye, and as often as it did so Rossi looked at her with strange looks of pity and of love.
Meantime, she cut a lock from her hair, tied it with a piece of ribbon, and put it in his pocket with his watch. Then she dried her eyes with her handkerchief and pushed it in his breast.
The night went on, and nothing was to be heard but the chiming of clocks outside. At length through the silence there came a muffled rumble from the streets.
"You must go now," she said, and when the next flash came round she looked up at him with a steadfast gaze, as if trying to gather into her eyes her last memories of his face.
"Adieu!"
"Not yet."
"It is still dark, but the streets are patrolled and every gate is closed, and how are you to escape?"
"If the soldiers had wished to take me they could have done so a hundred times."
"But the city is stirring. Be careful for my sake. Adieu!"