I would soon see Min again; and, in the meantime, I could wait for her
and love her, in spite of all the stern mammas in creation, and
notwithstanding that my tongue might be tied for awhile.
As long as I knew that she loved me in return, whom or what had I to
fear?
I was, at all events, emperor of my own thoughts;--and, she was mine,
_there_!