"You remember that book you asked me to read? Well, I read it through, though I led you to believe that I did not. It is a beautiful book, and true, every word. * * * Perhaps you will not believe me when I tell you that I have been a number of times to your meetings in Osterhausgade. Once when you were there—I thought you would see me," she smiled. "And I could find no faults, though at first I went looking for them * * * Now, I've told you. You have forgiven me, you say; but will the Lord?"
"Yes; the Lord is good."
"When I get better—if I do—I am going to join the Church as you have done. That is the right thing to do, isn't it?"
"Yes."
"And then, may I go to where you and your cousin Rachel are working for the dead? When—when are you to be married?"
"Married? To whom?"
"Why, to your cousin Rachel. Are you not going to marry her?"
"Certainly not—never thought of it for a moment."
"Oh, dear, I must have made another mistake. Forgive me." She lay back on her cushions.
"Marie, when I get married, it's you I want for my wife. I have told you that before, and I haven't changed my mind. You shall be mine, if you will come back to the sweet days of long ago. Will you?"