Ferdinanda only stood talking to her friends in the clock-room till she thought that Reinhold, who had repeatedly turned round to look for her, had forgotten her for the moment, and had given himself up to the study of the picture. Then she bowed to the two ladies, and allowed herself to be carried along by a stream of people who were going into the next room, waited a moment to be certain that Reinhold was not following her, and then walked quickly away with the air of a person looking for her lost companion, and who has therefore only a slight nod for any acquaintance she may meet, through this room and the skylight room into the fourth room, and out of these into the long suite of small rooms which from here led back to the chief room, and into which even during the first few days visitors rarely came. Even to-day it was comparatively empty, only here and there isolated individuals, who with fleeting curiosity examined the pictures, never stopping long, and casting a look of astonishment at an officer who did not seem to be able to tear himself away from a very indifferent landscape. At last his interest seemed appeased; he walked rapidly away, when again his attention was attracted to a picture close to the entrance. It was the same picture before which Ferdinanda had stopped. The light was so unfavourable that there was only one spot from which the picture could be properly seen. So the officer was obliged to stand quite close to the lady, and in so doing he trod on her dress. "I beg your pardon," he said aloud, and then in a low voice, which only reached her ear, "Do not turn round till I tell you; speak into the corner; no one will observe it. First of all let me thank you!" "Why?" "For coming here." "I only came to tell you that I will bear it no longer." "Have I nothing to bear?" "No, not in comparison with me." "I love you as you love me." "Prove it." "How?" "By deeds, and not words." "With my hands tied?" "Break the bonds that hold you!" "I cannot." "Good-bye." She turned to the door through which she had come; he forgot all caution, and stood in her way. They confronted each other, their eyes meeting. "Ferdinanda!" "Let me go!" "You must hear me! for God's sake, Ferdinanda! Such an opportunity as this may not occur again for weeks!" She laughed scornfully. "We have plenty of time." Again she tried to pass him; he still stood in her way. "Ferdinanda!" "Once again let me go! You wish for an opportunity? You will perhaps never have so good a one of getting rid of me." He stood back with a bow; she could have gone if she pleased, but she did not go; the hot tears had started into her eyes, she did not dare to meet people so, and turned back to the picture, where he immediately took his original position.