"The air is so mild, so very warm, that it could not possibly harm anybody, and the evening was glorious, perfectly wonderful.

Let me enjoy these lovely summer evenings on earth as long as I can; it will not be very long at the farthest.

What is sure to come, can be neither delayed nor hastened much by anything I may do." These words, however, although they were spoken in the quietest possible tone, called forth another torrent of reproach and lamentation.
"How can you allow yourself to speak in that way?
How can you say such dreadful things ?" cried the excited woman over and over again.

"It will not happen.

What will become of us all; what will become of--you know what I mean," and she cast a meaning glance at Dora.