He believes himself secure - he is even now seeking for me.
He is all prepared with his story. No, my way is best."
"I do not like your way," he said. "It is not like you, Ernestine."
"For the sake of those whom one loves," she said, "one will do much
that one hates. When I think that but for this man my father might
still have been alive, might have lived to know how much I loathed
those who sent him into exile - well, I feel then that there is
nothing in the world I would not do to crush him!"
He rose to his feet - his fresh, rather boyish, face was wrinkled
with care.
"I shall live to be sorry, Ernestine," he said, "that I ever told
you the truth about your father."
"If I had discovered it for myself," she said, "and, sooner or
later, I should have discovered it, and had learned that you too
had been in the conspiracy, I should never have spoken to you again
as long as I lived."
"Then I must not regret it," he said, "only I hate the part you are
going to play. I hate to think that I must stand by and watch, and
say nothing."
"There is no reason," she said, "why you should watch it; why do you
not go away for a time?"
"I cannot," he answered sadly, "and you know why."
She was impatient, but she looked at him for a moment with a gleam
of sadness in her eyes.
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