"And then—it's so childish. Must you have a keepsake from me too, to help you to remember?"
"No, of course not."
"Then why should I need one?"
"No, no—it's childish of me, of course. Forgive me, Olof—and don't be sorry any more. I ask nothing but to go on loving you."
"And I you—without thought or question."
"Yes. And I shall remember all my life how happy you have made me; I shall keep the memory of it all as a secret treasure till I die, and bless you…."
She rose up suddenly on her elbow.
"Olof—tell me something. Did you ever hear of anyone dying of happiness?"
"No—I have never heard of it. Why?"
"But when they are really, really happy…?"