“Well—I don’t know.”
“From the moment I saved you—I have known no rest.”
“Ah—then you had better not have saved me. But want of rest don’t prove you love me!”
“But I have left my friends and my country to follow you!”
“Such desertion I can’t pardon!”—
“And I would die for you—and I will!”
“Oh nonsense—why die? When a youth loves a girl he should live for her.”
“Marie!”
“Ah—well. Here’s the decision of the court martial:—I think you do love me. And—and I don’t feel so free as I did.”
“Then you do not hate me.”