"No; I am only weary."
Madame Torvestad's suspicions were now aroused. "If it be that you have suffered worldly love to deceive your heart, pray to God, Hans Nilsen, to protect you, and to aid you in the strife with Satan. You should be able to withstand him, and to avoid such vile snares. Henrietta is indeed young, but with you I am satisfied that she would be in safe hands, and I hope and believe that she would be a blessing to you."
Fennefos had so far recovered himself that he was able to thank her. "In truth," said he, "he had not been thinking of marrying now. It was a serious matter."
"It is not good to be alone, least of all for men;" said Madame Torvestad, with emphasis. "You know that well enough, Hans Nilsen; and you remember what Paul says."
"Yes, yes," he said, interrupting her hastily. "If you think I ought to marry, I will pray that it may be for the best."
"I will speak to Henrietta," said Madame Torvestad.
"Thanks; but I would rather—"
"Well, then—I have confidence in you. She is yonder in the workroom."
"Now, at once? I thought that perhaps—"
"There is no reason for delay," said Madame Torvestad, as she opened the door, and, calling out the servant girl, led Fennefos in.