You shall be free to-morrow.

Do not answer.

Adieu." "Yolanda! Yolanda!" cried Max, pleadingly; but he received no answer.

He put his hand on my shoulder and said:-- "It was Yolanda, Karl--ah, God must hate a child that He brings into the world a prince." For the rest of the night we did not sleep, neither did we speak.

The morrow was to be a day of frightful import to us, and we awaited it in great anxiety.
When the morning broke and the sun shot his rays through the narrow window, we carefully examined the floor and walls of our room, but we found no opening through which the voice could have penetrated.