, first reproachfully, then beseechingly:

"You are the old man's echo. What does he know of military honor and
warlike fame; but you, Ruth, must understand me. Do you still remember
our sport with the 'word,' the great word that accomplished everything? I
have found it; and you shall enjoy with me what it procures. First help
me appease my father; I shall succeed, if you aid me. It will doubtless
be a hard task. He could not bring himself to forgive his poor
wife--Count Philipp says so;--but now! You see, Ruth, my mother died a
few days ago; she was a dear, loving woman and might have deserved a
better fate.

"I am alone again now, and long for love--so ardently, so sincerely, more
than I can tell you. Where shall I find it, if not with you and my own
father? You have always cared for me; you betray it, and after all you
know I am not a bad man, do you not? Be content with my love and take me
to my father, yourself. Help me persuade him to listen to me. I have
something here which you can give him from me; you will see that it will
soften his heart!"

"Then give it to me," replied Ruth, "but whatever it may be--believe me,
Ulrich, so long as you command the Spanish mutineers, he will remain
hard, hard as his own iron!"

"Spaniards! Mutineers! Nonsense! Whoever wishes to love, can love; the
rest may be settled afterwards. You don't know how high my heart throbs,
now that I am near you, now that I see and hear you. You are my good
angel and must remain so, now look here. This is my mother's legacy. This
little shirt I once wore, when I was a tiny thing, the gay doll was my
plaything, and this gold hoop is the wedding-ring my father gave his
bride at the altar--she kept all these things to the last, and carried
them like holy relics from land to land, from camp to camp. Will you take
these mementos to him?"

She nodded silently.

"Now comes the best thing. Have you ever seen more beautiful workmanship?
You must wear this necklace, Ruth, as my first gift."

He held up the costly ornament, but she shrank back, asking bitterly

"Captured booty?"

"In honorable war," he answered, proudly, approaching to fasten the
jewels round her neck with his own hands; but she pushed him back,
snatched the ornament, and hurled it on the floor, exclaiming angrily:

"I loathe the stolen thing. Pick it up. It may suit the camp-followers."

This destroyed his self-control, and seizing both her arms in an iron
grasp, he muttered th