Pastor Rhånge rose to his feet and walked up and down.
"If you wish to move to Hånger," he said, "I will not try to keep you here."
She answered quickly: "No, I will never leave your house again."
"But, Sigrun," he said, "you understand what I mean. I am glad to have you living in my house—but that is not enough for me."
"You are my first love, Edward," she said quickly.
She broke off, took his hand, and led him to the window.
"Look out on the lawn," she said. "There was a corner over there that was covered with pansies when we first came. They were at home there, and grew up every year by themselves. Once I had a proper flowerbed made there, and planted other flowers, and they grew and throve too. But now the bed with the strange flowers is gone, and look—the pansies are beginning to grow up again in their old place."
THE END