Arms and the Woman
Page 80"How dare you!" weakly.
"How dare I, Gretchen, dear Gretchen?" I said. "I dare because I love
you! I love you! What is it to me that you have dishonored me in the
eyes of men? Nothing. I love you! Are you a barmaid? I care not.
Are you a conspirator? I know not, nor care. I know but one thing: I
love you; I shall always love you! Shall I tell you more? Gretchen,
you love me!"
"No, no! it cannot be!" she sobbed, pushing me back. "I am the most
wretched woman in the world! Do not follow me, Herr; leave me, I beg
leave me!"
And she passed through the doorway into the darkness beyond. I did not
move from where I stood. I grew afraid that it was a dream, and that
if I moved it would vanish. I could yet feel her lithe, warm body
palpitating in my arms; my lips still tingled and burned with the flame
of hers. An exultant wave swept over me; she loved me! She had not
told me so, but I knew. She had put her heart before mine; my life was
dearer to her than her own. I could have laughed for joy. She loved
wheeled swiftly. It was the lieutenant's brother officer. "I thought
from what I heard of you that you were a man worth trouble and caution.
Ach! you, the man we have scoured the country for? I should not have
believed it. To let a woman fight for him! And she--she is more than
a woman--she is a goddess!" with enthusiasm. "If I was betrothed to
her I'd find her if I had to hunt in heaven and hell for her. And what
does she see in you?" He snapped his fingers derisively. "I warn you
that your race is run. You cannot leave a railway station within the
river and stop in the middle. The Prince is at the village, and he
shall know. Woe to you, you meddler!"
"Young man," said a voice from over my shoulder, from the doorway, "you
should by right address those impertinent remarks to me. I am Hillars,
the man you seek."