"Where dost thou wish to go? Dost thou know the love of a brother?
Didst thou ever dream of one? I have said we must be brothers to each
other; come to the wigwam."
They returned to the village in silence, and when they arrived before
the door of the council lodge, the chief summoned everybody to hear what
he had to communicate, and ordered the parents to bring the young girl.
"Flower of the magnolia," said he, taking her by the hand, "wilt thou
love me less as a brother than as a husband? speak! Whisper thy thought
to me! Didst thou ever dream of another voice than mine, a younger one,
breathing of love and despair?"