General and Frau von Werrig, I conjure you to have compassion upon us.

Is it possible that you are deaf to the cry of grief of your own child ?" Suddenly assuming a contemptuous calm, Frau von Werrig sank back upon the divan with great dignity.

"As I am obliged to listen to you, through a shameful deception, let it be so.

Try to make ears in my heart, which you say is deaf.

Let me listen to your wonderful eloquence!" "Oh, Philip!" said Marie, clasping his arms, "you see it will all be in vain." "Let me hope to succeed in awakening a spark of loving mercy, as Moses caused the fountain to gush from the rock .-- A year since you turned me insultingly from your door, Frau von Werrig, and you forbade me with scorn and contempt to ever cross your threshold.