"If I were only able to unfold whither this led me, how I wandered in the infinite, and then how I went abroad into the tumultuous whirl of life, feeling that I was attended by these steadfast, peaceful, godlike forms; that I was-—-"
Eric broke off abruptly.
Manna begged:—
"Do read on."
"There is nothing further. My beloved father, alas! left only fragments behind him."
"This is no fragment, it is complete and perfect. No man could say or write anything further," said Manna; "nothing else is needed but to allow it to have its inward work. Ah, I have one request—give me the sheet."
Eric looked towards his mother, who said that she had never yet parted with a single line of her husband's.
"But you, my child," she said, "you shall have it. Eric shall copy it for us so that we may not lose it."
She gave the manuscript to Manna, who pressed it to her heaving breast.
"Oh, I never imagined," she cried, "that there was such a world in the world."