She hid her face in both hands, and prayed long and fervently. She prayed to be able to love him--with as much passion as she had drops of blood--with as much devotion as she had hopes in her soul, with as much delight as there was laughter in her heart. And behold! Her prayer was heard! With the burden removed from her soul, her eyes shining, she arose, and returned to the place where she belonged, to serve him in humility and trust--as his child, his handmaiden, his courtesan, whichever he happened to wish. CHAPTER XIV The colonel wishing, on account of his mésalliance, to avoid his many military friends, did not stop over at Berlin with Lilly, but went directly on to Dresden, which they reached in three hours. He had engaged rooms at Sendig's, and the proprietor had done his utmost to fit up snug and aristocratic quarters for the newly-wed couple. Sitting-room, bedroom, and bath--that was all they needed. Close companionship, the outer appearance of intimacy, would naturally bring about inward intimacy. The colonel had good cause, indeed, to be satisfied with his honeymoon! He, who in the course of his many amours had probably dandled hundreds of girls on his knees, who thought he knew women through and through, the tart and the sweet, the chaste and the coquette, the sensitive and the bold, the genuine and the flashy, those who confined their coy caresses to a man's hand and lower arm, and those who hung on men's lips biting and sucking them in a wild frenzy, he, the old voluptuary, to whom nothing feminine ought to have been strange, stood astounded, incredulous before this lovely marvel. So much abandon and so much pride, so much tenderness and so much fire, so much ready comprehension and so much artless childishness, all mingled in one dreamy, laughing Madonna head, had never before presented itself to him, for all the fine art he had exercised in his roué's career. What touched him most and completely puzzled him was the modesty of her desires, the fact that she made no demands of any sort. When they took dinner _à la carte_ he might be sure her eye would travel to the cheapest orders for herself; and the expression with which she would sometimes prefer a request to be allowed to drink orangeade, was as hesitating and shamefaced as if she were making a love avowal. One day, on returning from the Grosser Garten by way of side streets, Lilly stood still in front of a poverty-stricken little provision shop. As a rule nothing could induce her to look into shop windows, and the colonel, curious as to her interest in the place, extracted from her the confession that she loved sunflower seeds--and would he be very angry if she asked him to buy some? The more he overwhelmed her with gifts, the less she seemed to realise that money was being spent for her sake.