Presently I shall be leaving, and there will be something besides crowns." "You are thinking of leaving ?" "Yes.

When I go I shall not come back.

Under my pillow there is an envelope.

You will find it and keep it." Gretchen, young and healthy, touched not this melancholy undercurrent.
She accepted the words at their surface value.

She knew nothing about death except by hearsay.
"You will promise to take it ?" "Yes, Fraeu." "Thanks, little gosling.