She was most beautiful then, when the defiant fire flashed in her dark blue eyes and the sunshine coming through a tall stained glass window made deep red tints in her wonderful golden hair.
It was maddening to think of her, just a child turning into a woman, and wholly in his power defying him as if he were some humble lieutenant and not the mighty Prince Karl of Auersperg.
He rose and walked angrily back and forth.

Now and then he went to a window and looked out at the dusky panorama of valley, mountain and shaggy forest.

As far as he could see and farther it was all his and yet he was powerless in the matter that now concerned him more than all others.

She was his prisoner, and yet she was as free as air.

Her soul and her heart were her own, and he could not reach either.