Later in the day it began to clear up; it was only a sea-fog which had come up during the night, as is frequently the case in the spring.

Everything appeared radiant and bright to Martens as he came along the street from the jeweller's, where he had been to order the ring, but he took care not to show his feelings; it would not do to look too pleased on the day before the funeral of his intended's uncle.
In the market-place he met Mr.Johnsen.
"You are coming to the funeral to-morrow ?" said Martens, insensibly leading the conversation into the direction of his own thoughts.
"No," answered Johnsen, drily; "I have to give an address at the Mission Bazaar." "What, between twelve and two?
Why, the whole town will be following the funeral." "It is for the women, my address," said the inspector, as he continued his way.
"Well," thought Martens, "he is indeed changed! Prayer-meetings, missions, Bible-readings--quite a different kind of work!" said the chaplain mysteriously to himself.

His feelings were almost too much for him.
A little farther up the street he met Delphin on horseback.

There was such an unusual expression on the clergyman's face, that Delphin pulled up his horse and called out, "Good morning, Mr.Martens! Is it the thought of the discourse you have to deliver to-morrow that makes you look so pleased ?" "Discourse! discourse!" thought the chaplain.

He had never prepared it.
It was well indeed he had been thus reminded.