It was the deep, ardent tone of passion, a passion that thrilled his
whole being, that palpitated through every word he uttered, and before
this onrushing tide of emotion, fell the last prop to which Jane had
clung. But all at once, she stood erect and without support. Right
through the certainty of her infinite misfortune, broke a feeling that
was mightier even than despair. His words only echoes the sentiment of
her own soul; she was beloved even as she herself loved.
She heaved a sigh, "You are right, Walter!" she said. "In our case love
becomes sacrilege; I see it now! Between us two there can henceforth be
but one command--separation!"
He shuddered at the words. "And can you speak this so calmly! and do
you think I shall yield to it without having sought the utmost?
Johanna, no sacred oath binds you; a promise can be dissolved, a word
can be taken back--are your vows irrevocable?"
"They are!"
"Reflect"--his voice trembled in anguished entreaty--"this concerns the
happiness of my whole life and yours also! You can save us both by one
only decision. Can you not rend the tie which binds you to this
Alison?"
Here with a violent noise the door was burst open, and Frederic's
powerful voice was heard.
"Herr Lieutenant, the major begs you to come to him this instant!"
Walter turned around. "What is it!" he asked bewildered. "Where am I to
go?"
"To the Herr Major; all the officers are gathered there."
"Very well, I will come."
The door closed again, and Frederic's heavy receding step was heard.
Yet once more Walter turned back to Jane; his face was pale as death,
but a wild unrest glowed in his eyes.
"You hear; I must go! We are in the midst of war, the next hour, the
next moment may rend us asunder. Johanna, I ask you for the last time,
can you, will you not be mine?"
"Never, Walter! Even though Alison set me free, and every other barrier
fell--never!"
"Then farewell!" he sobbed despairingly, and stretched out his arms, as
if he would clasp her to his breast; but with a trembling movement Jane
recoiled from him, and raised her hand with a repelling gesture. For a
moment he stood as if petrified before her; then he bowed low and
distantly.
"You are right, Miss Forest--farewell!"
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