"
"And in what shall this recompense consist?" asked Camilla with a
coquettish smile.
Baron von Kindar placing his arm around her, whispered: "By
remaining here, adored Camilla, for my sake--in declaring to your
hated husband that you will leave Berlin on no account--that your
honor demands that you should prove to him in the face of his brutal
commands, that these are no commands for you--and that you will
follow your own will and inclination. Therefore you will remain in
Berlin."
"Will you write this letter for me?"
"If I do so, will you consent to remain here, and to open your door
to me in spite of the orders of your husband, or the argus-eyes of
your stepfather?"
"Write the letter, the rest will arrange itself," said Camilla.
"I will write it to-night. May I bring it to you myself to-morrow
morning?"
"If I say no, will you then be so kind as to give it to my maid?"
"I swear by my honor that I will only give the letter into your own
hands."
"Well, then, my tyrannical cousin, you force me to open my door to
you in spite of my husband and my stepfather, and in the face of
this Cerberus of a tutor who guards my stronghold.
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