Franz spoke at last, after a long silence. “We must go away.”
“Of course,” Emma answered, softly.
“We must go away,” he continued, with more animation. “Go away altogether, I mean—”
“Oh, we can’t!”
“Only because we are cowards, Emma.”
“And my child?”
“He will let you have the boy, I know.”
“But how shall we go?” Her voice was very low. “You mean—to run away—”
“Not at all. You have only to be honest with him; to tell him that you can not live with him any longer; that you belong to me.”
“Franz—are you mad?”