The young maiden became more and more deeply absorbed in her thoughts.  Count Paulo laid his hand lightly upon her shoulder.  She was startled, and involuntarily cried, “Carlo!”

“No, Paulo!” said he, with a melancholy smile, “but at all events a friend, Natalie, though a friend who is about to leave you!”

“You leave me?” she anxiously exclaimed.

“That means only outwardly, only with my body, never with my soul,” said he, deeply moved.  “That, Natalie, will remain with you eternally, that will never leave you—­do you hear, never!  Always remember this, my charming child, my sweet blossom!  Never entertain a doubt of me; and if my voice does not reach you, if you receive no news of me, then think not, ‘Paulo has abandoned me!’ no; then think only, ’Paulo is dead, but my name was the last to linger upon his lips, and his last sigh was for me!’”

“You desert me?” said she, wringing her hands.  “What am I, what shall I do, without you?  You have been my protector and my reliance, my teacher and my friend!  Alas, you were all to me, and I have ever looked up to you as my lord and father.”

Count Paulo sadly smiled.  “Love me always as your father,” said he; “while I live you shall never be an orphan, that I swear to you!”

“And must you go,” cried she, clinging to him; “well, then let me go with you!  You will be my father—­well, I demand my right as your daughter; to accompany her father is a daughter’s right.”

“No,” he firmly said, “you must remain while I go; but I go for you, to assure your future power and splendor.  Remember this, Princess Natalie, forget it not; and when one day they brand me as a traitor, then say:  ‘No, he was no traitor, for he loved me!’ And now hear what I have yet to say,” continued the count, after a pause, while the still weeping Natalie looked up to him through her tears.  “But look at me, Natalie—­no, not that sad glance, I cannot bear it!  Leave me my self-possession and my courage, for I need them!  Weep not!”

And Natalie, drying her eyes with her long locks, sought to smile.

“I no longer weep,” said she, “I listen to you.”

Paulo placed two sealed letters in her hand.

“Swear to me,” said he, “to hold these letters sacred as your most precious possession.”

“I swear it!” said she.

“Swear to me to discover them to no human eye, to betray their possession to no human ear!  Swear it to me by the memory of your mother, who now looks down from heaven upon you and receives your oath!”

“Then she is dead?” said the young maiden, sadly drooping her head upon her breast.

“You have not yet sworn!” said he.

The young maiden raised her head, and, turning her eyes toward heaven as if in the hope of encountering the tender maternal glance, she solemnly said:  “By the sacred memory of my mother I swear to discover these papers to no human eye, to betray their existence to no human ear, but to hold them sacred as my most precious and mysterious treasure!”