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 should return to the Court of Suavia, I should again become Princess. Duty for duty, respect for respect, I should accept those which are mine, which belong to my race, to my name. All that these democrats value in our love, is the opportunity which it affords them to become Princes like ourselves.

. The aspiration of every true democrat who foments a revolution.

. The only revolution which can be productive of good in the world will be a revolution undertaken by us, the great, from above, who are already equals. Then it will be a disinterested revolution. We shall not be seeking riches nor liberty, nor even justice—we shall simply be seeking the truth. And the truth is—for us—to-night—that we may be happy, that we may unite our lives and destinies in one, while the memory of the Court of Suavia fades as dimly from our sight as the illusion of that bourgeois home which, in the name of a false happiness, we had dreamed. Ah, no! It was not happiness, it was not life—not yet. Life, to us, is to love each other—to love you.

. Forever?

. To-day, to-morrow, a few hours longer… perhaps only to-night. Who can tell? What does it matter? There are dreams which are worth all the realities of life. In another moment, I may feel as you do, that there are duties and responsibilities and the sting of remorse, that we have done wrong, that we must turn back, yes, that we shall turn back, even that… we ought. But not yet! First, let us talk of ourselves again, of anything, nothing, as before… of verses, and music afar off, the blue heaven above us, while in the distance lies the sea, and silence—silence, deep as the night.

. My Princess Bebé! You touch the