"For that very reason it is the best," returned Manna. "Every day, every hour reminds us that we have no home in this world; that our whole life is but a pilgrimage. If this world were our home, we should both have, you and I—no. You too tempt me to say, what I should not."
"Eric is right," said Roland. "He says you are truly pious; what millions speak only with their lips, you utter from your heart."
"Did Eric say that?"
"Yes, and much more."
"But, Roland," interrupted Manna, "you should, never tell what one person says of another."
"Not if it is good?"
"Not even then. We cannot tell on that very account—no," she interrupted herself; "are you not very happy in having so true a friend in Eric?"
"Indeed I am; and do you not like him better than Pranken?"
A smile rose to Manna's lips, but she repressed it and said,—
"Your teacher should also teach you never to make comparisons. But now, dear brother, remember that I have come from a convent, and need to be much alone. Good-night!" she added, kissing him.