"Where are you going?"
"To attend the marriage ceremonies between Princess Ottilie and our prince. Only a few weeks more, and I shall be wholly yours."
"But you will write to me now?"
"Every day. My sweet one, did my long silence grieve you?"
"Oh, deeply!" sighed Cornelia, and her eyes filled with tears. "How I have wept for you!"
"Poor angel! If I had known how you love me, I would never have tortured you so; but I will make amends for it. Do you believe I can?"
"A thousandfold!" laughed Cornelia, amid her tears.
"And now come, Cornelia; I will accompany you home, for I must prepare for my journey."
"No, Heinrich; I cannot appear before others with you now. Go alone, and leave me here a half-hour longer, until I have collected my thoughts; such sweet sounds must echo through the stillness."
"You are right. Oh, if I could only stay with you! Farewell. Do not look at me with that earnest gaze, or I cannot turn away. I feel as if I were a banished man, let me press you to my heart once more. Now send me away, or I cannot leave you!"