" She glanced into his face, but her eyes fell quickly to her hands.
"I shall soon leave you again, Fraeulein, and what I wish is of such
moment that I--I almost fear to ask."
"Yes, Max," she murmured, gently reaching across his knee, and placing
her hand in his by way of encouragement.
"It is this, Fraeulein. I am going back to Styria, and I want to carry
with me your promise to be my wife," said Max, softly.
The girl's head fell over against his shoulder, and she clasped his free
hand between both of hers.
"I will ask my father's consent," said Max. "I will tell him of you and
of my great love, which is so great, Fraeulein, that all the world is
nothing beside it and beside you, and he will grant my request."
"But if he doesn't, Max?" asked the face hidden upon his breast.
"If he does not, Fraeulein, I will forego my country and my estates. I
will come back to you and will work in the fields, if need be, to make
you as happy as you will make me."
"There will be no need for that, Max," she answered, tears of happiness
slowly trickling down her cheeks, "for I am rich."
"That I am sorry to hear," he responded.
"Don't you want to know who I am before you wed me?" she asked, after a
long pause. She had almost made up her mind to tell him.
"That you may tell me when you are my wife," said Max. "I thought you
were the Princess Mary, but I am almost glad that you are not. I soon
knew that I was wrong, for I knew that you would not deceive me.
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