The young maiden blushed and trembled, but a sweet smile played upon her lips, and although she cast down her eyes and did not look at him, yet Count Orloff saw that he had given no offence, and might venture still further.

He gently encircled her delicate form with his arm, and, inclining his mouth so close to her ear that she felt his hot breath upon her cheek, whispered:  “Will Natalie love her Alexis as Elizabeth loved Alexis Razumovsky?  Ah, you know not how boundlessly, how immeasurably I love you!  Yes, immeasurably, Natalie.  You are my happiness, my life, my future.  Command me, rule me, make of me a traitor, a murderer!  I will do whatever you command; at your desire I could even murder my own father!  Only tell me, Natalie, that you do not hate me; tell me that my love will not be rejected by you; that this passion, under which I almost succumb, has found an echo in your heart, and that you will one day say to me, as Elizabeth said to your father, ’Alexis, I love you, and will therefore make you my husband!’ You are silent, Natalie; have you no word of sympathy, of compassion for me!  Ah, I offer up all to you, and you—­”

He could proceed no further; he saw her turn toward him; he suddenly felt a glowing kiss upon his lips, and then, springing up from her seat, she fled through the rooms like a frightened roe, and took refuge in her boudoir, which she locked behind her.

Orloff glanced after her with a triumphant smile.  “She is mine,” thought he; “I am here living through a charming romance, and Catharine will be satisfied with me!”

Yes, she was his; she now knew that she loved him, and with joyful ecstasy she took this new and delightful feeling to her heart; she welcomed it as the joy-promising dawn of a new day, a precious new life.  She permitted this feeling to stream through her whole being, her whole soul; she made it a worship for her whole existence.

“You see,” she said to Marianne, “so had I dreamed the man whom I should one day love.  So brave, so proud, so beautiful.  Ah, it is so charming to be obliged to tremble before the man one loves; it is so sweet to cling to him and think:  ’I am nothing of myself, but all through thee!  I am the ivy and thou the oak; thou wilt hold and sustain me, and if a storm-wind comes, thou wilt not waver, but stand firm and great in thy heroic strength, and protect me, and impart courage and confidence even to me!’”

She loved him, and clung to him with boundless confidence, but she was yet so full of tender maiden timidity that she could confess to him nothing of this love; and since that kiss she shyly avoided him, and constantly left his often-renewed love-questions unanswered.

At this Alexis secretly laughed.  “She will come round,” said he; “she will finally be compelled to it by her own feelings.  I will give her time and leisure to come to a knowledge of herself!”

And for some days he kept away from the villa, pretending pressing business, and left the poor isolated princess to her languishing love-dreams.