Whose sorrow came of her great love for him!
Tell me—art thou the Florian that I loved?
Flor. If not that stainless Florian—yet one
Who would be such as he. (Taking her by both hands.)
I have thy love—
I who have lived a loveless life till now.
Well, then, I yield thee up! (Releasing her.) If words of mine
Can save thy sister, I will speak those words!
Hil. I knew it! Florian, I was sure of thee!
God bless thee, Florian; thou hast saved her life!