unchanged regard, that I could scarcely master my eyes in hearing him. He clasped my hand.
"Dear Oswald! Brother indeed of my soul and body! Why dost thou ask me to forgive thee? Why should I 'forgive'? For—oh, Oswald, Oswald! I am just as art thou... I am just as art thou!"
"Thou! Just as I am? I do not understand!"
"But that will be very soon, Oswald. I tell thee again that I am as thou art... wholly.. wholly! Canst thou really not grasp the truth, dear friend? Oh, I wish with all my heart that I had not so long held back my secret from thee! It is I who must ask forgiveness. But at least I can tell thee today that I came back to thee to give thee confidence for confidence, heart for heart, Oswald! before this day should end. With no loss of respect—no weakening of our friendship. No, no! Instead of that, only with more—with... with all!"
"Imre... Imre! I do not understand—I do not dare... to understand."
