“You believe in the reality of these visions?” said Wilfrid to Minna.
“Who can doubt when he relates them.”
“He?” demanded Wilfrid. “Who?”
“He who is there,” replied Minna, motioning towards the chateau.
“Are you speaking of Seraphita?” he said.
The young girl bent her head, and looked at him with an expression of gentle mischief.
“You too!” exclaimed Wilfrid, “you take pleasure in confounding me. Who and what is she? What do you think of her?”
“What I feel is inexplicable,” said Minna, blushing.
“You are all crazy!” cried the pastor.
“Farewell, until to-morrow evening,” said Wilfrid.