He loves me much.

In my present weak state, I have found out how his heart clings to me--when he comes in the evening to my bed, and strokes my forehead; when he sits where you do, Wohlfart, and mournfully looks at me for hours together! Wohlfart, after all, he is my father!" He clasped his hands, and hid his face in the pillows.

"You must help me, my friend; you must tell me how to save the baron.

I charge you to do this.

I myself will speak to my father.