"Noble, royal soul!" murmured Ottmar, involuntarily. "Well, then, yes. Learn what no one else respects, that I, whom you have so often reproached for my heartlessness, am subdued by a passion stronger than my selfishness, stronger than everything, for I feel I could give up my life rather than this girl, who has become so great a necessity to my mind and heart. For weeks a letter imploring her hand has been lying in my portfolio, but I can find no means of sending it to her, and am almost in despair. Have compassion upon me. If you--ever"--he hesitated--"ever felt for any one what I now feel for this cruel girl, you will know how heavily I am punished." Ottilie would gladly have extended her hand to him; but etiquette must not be offended in the prince's presence. She turned, so that the rest of the company could not see her face, and looked at Heinrich with an inexpressibly loving expression. The old melancholy, yet happy, smile played around her lips, while tear after tear rolled down her pale cheeks. "You see, my dear, dear friend, I can really do something for you. Cornelia is now living Rome, and as soon as the company have been dismissed I will send you her address." "Oh, God, how do I deserve the favor of such a woman? Your Highness, how shall I thank you?" "Make Cornelia Erwing happy; this is the best gratitude I can ask, for it will be the warrant of your own welfare." "Ah, if I might fall at your feet and kiss the hem of your garments! No, you are no creature of earth!" Ottilie involuntarily pressed her hand upon her heart, and thought, "Who knows how soon he may be right!" "Do you believe I can succeed in moving the heart of this wonderful, resolute girl?" asked _Heinrich_. "Certainly, for I am sure Cornelia still loves you." "Did she tell you so in her letter?"