Just then the door opened, and Trude entered. "Every thing is ready; all the things which used to stand in the little garret-room are packed and sent to the manufactory. Shall we go, too, dear child?"
"Yes," she cried, embracing the faithful old woman. "Farewell, Philip--Italy calls you!"
"I will go, but when I return will you not be my wife?"
Marie gazed at Moritz, radiant with happiness, saying: "The answer is engraven upon my heart. Return, and then I will joyfully respond to your love before God and man!"