That you go with me to my own country, and be my wife there, and live there with my mother and me.

I am not a Hanoverian, as you know, though I entered the army as such; my country is by the Saar, and is at peace with France, and if I were once in it I should be free.' 'But how get there ?' she asked.

Phyllis had been rather amazed than shocked at his proposition.

Her position in her father's house was growing irksome and painful in the extreme; his parental affection seemed to be quite dried up.

She was not a native of the village, like all the joyous girls around her; and in some way Matthaus Tina had infected her with his own passionate longing for his country, and mother, and home.
'But how ?' she repeated, finding that he did not answer.