You love me, I know; and I also love you.

Will you give me a month to reflect?
A whole month ?" "My entire life belongs to you now," said the Prince.

"Do with it what you will." "Well! Then in a month I will give you your answer," she said firmly.
"But," said Andras, smiling beneath his blond moustache, "remember that I once, took for my motto the verses of Petoefi.

You know well those beautiful verses of our country: O Liberty! O Love! These two I need.
My chosen meed, To give my love for Liberty, My life for Love.
"Well," he added, "do you know, at this moment the Andras Zilah of 'forty-eight would almost give liberty, that passion of his whole life, for your love, Marsa, my own Marsa, who are to me the living incarnation of my country." Marsa was moved to the depths of her heart at hearing this man speak such words to her.

The ideal of the Tzigana, as it is of most women, was loyalty united with strength.