"I will see no one but you and Roland."
A lay-sister was sent for Roland. Meanwhile, Manna explained, that, according to the regulations, she must return for a year to the world, and then—she hesitated a moment, and ended with the words—if her present resolution continued, she would take the veil.
"And will you never tell me, why and how this thought has sprung up in you?" asked Sonnenkamp in a supplicating tone.
"Indeed I will, father, when it is all over."
"I don't comprehend! I don't comprehend it!" cried Sonnenkamp aloud. Manna hushed the loud tone of her father with her hand, signifying to him that here in the convent no one spoke so loud.
Roland, after whom they had been looking for a long time, was terrified and shrank back, when, awakened suddenly by a form clothed in black, he found himself in the church. He was conducted to Manna. He embraced his sister heartily, crying out,—? "You good, bad sister!"
He could say no more, from the impetuosity of his feelings.
"Not so violent," said the maiden, soothingly. "Indeed! what a strong lad you have got to be!"
"And you so tall! And you look like him, but Eric, is handsomer than you are. Yes, laugh if you will! Isn't it so, mother? Isn't it, father? Ah, how glad he will be when you return home, and how much you will like him too!"
Roland talked sometimes of St. Anthony, sometimes of Eric, mingling them together, and telling what an excellent man he had for a teacher and friend: and when Manna said that she should not go home until spring, Roland ended by saying,—