"
Baron von Kindar covered her hand with burning kisses for an answer
to this.
"Be reasonable, beau cousin, and listen to me," said Camilla, as she
laughingly withdrew her hand. "My husband has been, as I said, in
Copenhagen for eight weeks, and has already entreated me to join him
with the child, as I have entirely recovered."
"The barbarian!" murmured Kindar.
"I have declined up to this time under one pretext or another. But
yesterday I received a letter from my husband, in which he no longer
entreats me, but dares, as he himself expresses it, to command me to
leave Berlin two days after the receipt of his letter."
"But that is tyranny which passes all bounds," cried Kindar. "Does
this wise lord think that his wife must obey him as a slave? Ah,
Camilla, you owe it to yourself to show him that you are a free-born
woman, whom no one dare command, not even a husband."
"How shall I show him that?" asked Camilla.
"By remaining here," whispered Kindar. "You dare not think of
leaving Berlin, for you know that the hour of your departure would
be the hour of my death. You know it, for you have long known that I
love you entirely, and that you owe me some recompense for the cruel
pain I suffered when you married another.
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