"What a blaze of light!" cried Minna, standing in front of the drawing-room window. "There he is—great God! and how beautiful! Oh, my Seraphitus, take me to thee!"
The girl's outcry was inward and inaudible. She saw Seraphitus standing lightly shrouded in an opal-tinted mist, which was diffused for a short distance all about the apparently phosphorescent body.
"How lovely she is!" was Wilfrid's mental exclamation.
Pastor Becker now came up with David; he saw his daughter and the stranger in front of the window, came close to them, looked into the room, and said:
"Well, David, she is saying her prayers."
"But try to go in, sir."
"Why disturb her when she is praying?" replied the pastor.
At this moment a ray of moonlight from beyond the Falberg fell on the window. They all looked round, startled by this natural phenomenon; but when they turned again to look at Seraphita, she had vanished.
"That is strange!" said Wilfrid in surprise.
"But I hear exquisite strains," said Minna.