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 For her own peace of mind we must preserve it A secret from her too.

Why any secret? I love not secrets. Mark, what I will do. I'll throw me at your father's feet—let him Decide upon my fortune!—He is true, He wears no mask—he hates all crooked ways— He is so good, so noble!

That are you!

You knew him only from this morn; but I Have liv'd ten years already in his presence, And who knows whether in this very moment He is not merely waiting for us both To own our loves, in order to unite us. You are silent? You look at me with such a hopelessness! What have you to object against your father?

I? Nothing. Only he's so occupied— He has no leisure time to think about The happiness of us two. (Taking his hand tenderly.) Follow me! Let us not place too great a faith in men. These Tertskies—we will still be grateful to them For every kindness, but not trust them further Than they deserve;—and in all else rely On our own hearts! Rh