"Now do not say a word, lest I should feel tempted to divulge the great secret."
Aniela did not know what to say. The words were those of a man in love; but the tone was so playful and jesting that she could not possibly receive them in a tragic spirit.
I was glad I had discovered a way by which I could convey a deeper meaning without absolutely frightening her. But I did not take too much advantage of it, and presently, in a more serious tone, began telling her about the projected changes in the house.
"The whole story is to be given up to the collections, with the exception of the room in which you lived last winter. This remains as it was. I have only permitted myself to adorn it a little for your reception."
Saying this I led her to the door. Standing on the threshold she exclaimed with astonishment:—
"Oh, what lovely flowers!"
I said in a low voice:—
"And you the most lovely among them!"
Then added, earnestly:—
"You believe me, Aniela, if I tell you that it is in this room I wish to die some day!"