Perhaps my good advice has been owing to my great caution and my deep love for you.

I am sure that I do not advise you wrongly now.

Go to the bridge to-morrow night, and give Yolanda the promise she asks.
If she wants it, give her the ring.

Keep restraint upon your words and acts, but do not fear for one single moment that my advice is wrong.
Max, I know whereof I speak." Max rose from the bed and looked at me in surprise; but my advice jumped so entirely with the longing deep buried in his heart that he took it as a dying man accepts life.
The next evening Max met Yolanda under the trees near the bridge.
"I may remain but a moment," she said hurriedly and somewhat coldly.

"Do you bring me the promise ?" "Yes," answered Max.