evening."

"Wronged me, and how, strange boy? you talk in riddles."

"Last evening, sir, on the eve of battle, which might well,
considering what followed, have been my last of life, I sought your
daughter. Her manner, some unguarded words she dropped, emboldened me
to declare a secret which I had hitherto kept fast locked in my
breast. I threw myself at her feet, and told her that I loved her."

"And she--"

"Confessed that she loved me in return."

"Henri! my boy--my son--my hero! this news makes me young again! it
gladdens my old heart like the shout of victory upon a stricken field.
Is this your offence? I freely pardon it."

"You know not all, baron. You knew that I was a poor and obscure
soldier of fortune."

"The man who has distinguished himself as you have done this day,
might claim the hand of an emperor's daughter."

"Baron, between me and Heloise there lies a black shadow--a memory--a
horror, which forbids our meeting. The very name I bear does not
belong to me."

"And how may you be named, young man, if not De Grandville?"