The dear children, they forgot all about me.
"I am so sorry, dear one," said Nino soothingly.
"I know you are, Nino.

But it cannot be helped." "But are you sorry, too, Hedwig ?" he asked, stroking her hair.
"That my father is angry?
Yes.

I wish he were not," said she, looking wistfully toward the door.
"No, not that," said Nino.

"Sorry that you left him, I mean." "Ah, no, I am not sorry for that.

Oh, Nino, dear Nino, your love is best." And again she hid her face.
"We will go away at once, darling," he said, after a minute, during which I did not see what was going on.