The sailor and his prisoner both started to their feet; and the burgomaster, coming to the open window, lost the last faint hopes he had had that this said French officer might not, after all, be the French officer at whose escape he, the respected burgomaster and butcher, had assisted. "Mr. Burgomaster, here is a French prisoner,--and I hand him to you as the fit personage to place him in the hands of the commander." Thus spoke Daniel, and, as he spoke, Bertha appeared at the door of her room, and with her Doome, who hearing this little speech, all her liking for the sailor vanished on the instant. She was ready to utterly exterminate him, and more than ready to cry, which she did, straightway. As this is only a little comedy, and by no means tragical, we pass over the next scene, and simply state, that Bertha, before all those neighbors, forgot everybody but her husband,--if he may be called so, --and the church had said so; that Daniel felt great remorse at what he had done; that he told Doome again that he wished the shark had finished him; that Doome didn't or wouldn't hear, for her idol was broken,--and so was Doome's heart, nearly. The authorities took away the prisoner, and left Bertha and Doome wretched and alone. As for Daniel, he went out wandering by himself, --for he rather felt ashamed to look upon anybody. At this time, a little boat with a white flag at its prow put off from the French fleet, and bravely approached the bristling fort of Rügen. Nearer and nearer it comes,--nearer and nearer; and in half an hour there is great cheering over the island of Rügen, for peace between Prussia and France is declared. 'Tis true, the peace did not last very long; but it lasted long enough to save the French officer. He was set at liberty at once, and an hour afterwards Daniel could look people in the face again, --all except Doome, who would not cease to be incensed. "But then," said Daniel, "you know I'd been waiting six years." "How?" exclaimed Bertha. "Yes, Bertha,--I'm the real Daniel. Look here!"--and half a little silver cross came forward. "And you didn't say it when you came!--and you actually gave her to him!--and you saved his life!--and oh! you, you CAPTAIN of a man!" Thus Doome spoke and was comforted. And Bertha went up to her old sweetheart and kissed him, saying, she thought she knew of a better wife for him than she could ever have made,--for, now that Ernest (the French officer) had suffered so much for her sake, she had no right to leave him. And, indeed, they were re-married that day. It was after Bertha had said she knew of a better wife for him, that Daniel looked at Doome, who, picking up that pipe of his, handed it to him. "Will you take care of it, Doome?" "Save when you want it." "Oh! I mean to come with it." "'Tis the handsomest pipe in all Germany,--and--and I won't part with it till I part with you."