"Even though it were possible for me to defy my parents, to turn my face against my country, my people, and the sacred traditions of my house, by asking her to share my life, there could be only wretchedness ahead for her, and therefore unhappiness for me.

The dove and the eagle may not mate.

Consider the fate of sweet Agnes Bernauer, who married Duke Albert and perished in the Danube.

I tell you, Fraeulein, I am hopeless.

When I return to my people, I shall do so knowing that life thereafter will be something to endure, not a blessing to thank God for." "No, no, Sir Max," murmured the girl, "you do not know." Max turned upon her almost angrily:-- "A man knows when he lives; a man knows when he is dying, and a man, if he be worthy of the name, knows when he loves a woman.