"That is a sad theme."
"I have cried over it, too."
"You must not think of what you are going to put in your songs; it comes of itself."
"How does it come?"
"As other precious things, when you least expect it."
They were both silent.
"I wonder, Arne, that you are longing to go away when you have so much that is beautiful within yourself."
"Do you know that I am longing?"
She made no reply to this, but lay still a few moments, as though in thought.
"Arne, you must not go away!" said she, and this sent a glow through him.