"Will you come and see my sister, sir?
She is at the point of death." "Who is your sister ?" asked the pastor.
"Marianne, sir; Anders Begmand's granddaughter." "Oh yes, I remember now," answered the pastor, who knew her history perfectly well.

"But I cannot come just now; I have to go in here first.
Consul Garman is also on his death-bed.

But I will come afterwards." "Oh yes, this is just what I might have expected," muttered Martin, turning to go away.
"Wait a moment, young man," cried the pastor.

"If you think that time presses, I will go and see your sister.

It's the last house, is it not ?" Upon which he went on past Sandsgaard, and on towards West End.
Martin was astonished, if not almost disappointed.