"Mr. Arnstein," said Fanny, giving him her hand, "I thank you for complying so promptly with my request."
"A business man is always prompt," said the young baron, with a polite bow.
"Ah, and you treat this interview with me likewise as a business affair?"
"Yes, but as a business affair of the rarest and most exquisite character. A conference with a charming young lady is worth more than a conference with the wealthiest business friend, even if the interview with the latter should yield a profit of one hundred per cent."
"Ah, I believe you want to flatter me," said Fanny, closely scanning the small and slender figure and the pale face of the baron.
He bowed with a gentle smile, but did not raise his eyes toward her.
Fanny could not help perceiving that his brow was slightly clouded.
"Baron," she said, "I have begged you to come and see me, because I do not want to go to the altar with a lie on my soul. I will not deceive God and yourself, and therefore I now tell you, frankly and sincerely, I do not love you, baron; only my father's will gives my hand to you!"
There was no perceptible change in the young baron's face. He seemed neither surprised nor offended.
"Do you love another man?" he asked quietly.
"No, I love no one!" exclaimed Fanny.
"Ah, then, you are fortunate indeed," he said, gloomily. "It is by far easier to marry with a cold heart, than to do so with a broken one; for the cold heart may grow warm, but the broken one never."
Fanny's eyes were fixed steadfastly on his features.
"Mr. Arnstein," she exclaimed, impetuously, "you do not love me either!"
He forced himself to smile. "Who could see you--you, the proud, glorious beauty--without falling in love with you?" he exclaimed, emphatically.
"Pray, no empty flatteries," said Fanny, impatiently. "Oh, tell me the truth! I am sure you do not love me!"
"I saw you too late," he said, mournfully; "if I had known you sooner, I should have loved you passionately."
"But now I am too late--and have you already loved another?" she asked, hastily.
"Yes, I love another," he said, gravely and solemnly. "As you ask me, I ought to tell you the truth. I love another."
"Nevertheless, you want to marry me?" she exclaimed, angrily.
"And you?" he asked, gently. "Do you love me?"
"But I told you already my heart is free. I love no one, while you-- why don't you marry her whom you love?"
"Because I cannot marry her."
"Why cannot you marry her?"
"Because my father is opposed to it. He is the chief of our house and family. He commands, and we obey. He is opposed to it because the young lady whom I love is poor. She would not increase the capital of our firm."
"Oh, eternally, eternally that cold mammon, that idol to whom our hearts are sacrificed so ruthlessly!" exclaimed Fanny, indignantly.
"For money we sell our youth, our happiness, and our love."
"I have not sold my love. I have sacrificed it," said Baron Arnstein, gravely; "I have sacrificed it to the interests of our firm. But in seeing you so charming and sublime in your loveliness and glowing indignation, I am fully satisfied already that I am no longer to be pitied, for I shall have the most beautiful and generous wife in all Vienna."
"Then you really want to marry me? You will not break off the match, although your heart belongs to another woman, and although you know that I do not love you?"
