You know my mind--my--my inmost heart.

You know that I care nothing for your namelessness.

It is yours to decide what you will do.

Come, now; my chair is staying for me." He bowed; he sought again to convey some sense of his appreciation of her great nobility; then led her through the gate and to her waiting chair.
"Whatever I may decide, Hortensia" was the last thing he said to her, "and I shall decide as I account best for you, rather than for myself; and for myself there needs no thought or hesitation--whatever I may decide, believe me when I say from my soul that all my life shall be the sweeter for this hour.".