CHAPTER XXII.
A MORNING GIFT.
"I wish we had another wedding-feast to-day, don't you, darling Annele."
"No; why do you wish that?"
"Because my agitation yesterday destroyed great part of my pleasure in our wedding gaieties; but today I feel in such a happy mood; I feel as if I were invited to a wedding."
"You are a strange creature!" said Annele, with a smile.
"I must not forget, however," said Lenz, starting up, "that I have something to give you. Wait a moment."
He went to the next room, and remained there some time.
"What is he going to give me? No doubt it occurred to him that it is customary to present one's bride with a nice gold chain, or earrings. But then he ought to have done that yesterday: why today?" Annele had plenty of time to think it over. At last Lenz came back, and said—"At last I have found it; I had mislaid it. Here is my beloved mother's garnet necklace; they are good old fashioned stones, and they will look so well round your pretty throat. Come! try it on."