“Listen to the voice of your heart, Morrel, and ask it whether you ought to preserve this melancholy exterior towards me.»
«My friend,» said Maximilian, «the voice of my heart is very sorrowful, and promises me nothing but misfortune.» «It is the way of weakened minds to see everything through a black cloud. The soul forms its own horizons; your soul is darkened, and consequently the sky of the future appears stormy and unpromising.»
«That may possibly be true,» said Maximilian, and he again subsided into his thoughtful mood.
The journey was performed with that marvellous rapidity which the unlimited power of the count ever commanded.”