"Then you've persuaded him ?" She smiled at me for an instant.
"I mean, you've agreed ?" I stammered.
Her eyes again sought mine, and she said in a whisper: "Some day, not now.

Oh, not now.

Now would be too much.

But some day, Fritz, if God will not deal too hardly with me, I--I shall be his, Fritz." I was intent on my vision, not on hers.

I wanted him king; she did not care what he was, so that he was hers, so that he should not leave her.
"He'll take the throne," I cried triumphantly.
"No, no, no.