At this, starting up with eyes suffused with tears but beaming immortal love,
she hastily replied -- "Part!"

"Yes!" continued he, "part! for ever part!"

"No, Marion, no! never! never!"

"Ah! can you, Louisa, leave father and mother, and follow
a poor banished husband like me?"

"Yes -- yes -- father, mother, and all the world will I leave
to follow thee, Marion!"

"O blessed priest, I thank you! Good bishop Rochelle, holy father in God,
I thank you -- your persecution has enriched me above princes.
It has discovered to me a mine of love in Louisa's soul,
that I never dreamed of before."

"My dearest Gabriel, did you ever doubt my love?"

"Pardon me, my love, I never doubted your love, Oh no! I knew you loved me.
The circumstances under which you married me gave me delicious proof of that.
To have preferred me to so many wealthier wooers -- to have taken me
as a husband to the paradise of your arms, when so many others
would have sent me as a heretic to the purgatory of the inquisition,
was evidence of love never to be forgotten; but that in addition to all this
you should now be so ready to leave father and mother, country and kin,
to follow me, a poor wanderer in the earth, without even a place
where to lay my head ----"