'Then take me too, there is no one left. Take me with you as you have taken others. I want nothing more.'
But again Death shook his head.
'You love men, Johannes. You do not know it, but you have always loved them. You must grow up to be a good man. It is a very fine thing to be a good man.'
'I do not want that—take me with you.'
'You are mistaken; you do want it; you cannot help it.'
The tall dark figure became dim in Johannes' sight—it melted into a vague shape—a formless grey mist filled its place and floated away on the sunbeams.
Johannes bowed his head on the edge of the bed and mourned for the dead man.
[XIV]
It was long before he looked up again. The sun's rays fell aslant into the room and were glowing red, looking like straight bars of gold.