Will you sit there ?" she said to Wilfrid.

"And you, Minna, here ?" pointing to a chair beside her.

"I see you have brought your embroidery.

Did you invent that stitch?
the design is very pretty.
For whom is it,--your father, or monsieur ?" she added, turning to Wilfrid.

"Surely we ought to give him, before we part, a remembrance of the daughters of Norway." "Did you suffer much yesterday ?" asked Wilfrid.
"It was nothing," she answered; "the suffering gladdened me; it was necessary, to enable me to leave this life." "Then death does not alarm you ?" said Monsieur Becker, smiling, for he did not think her ill.
"No, dear pastor; there are two ways of dying: to some, death is victory, to others, defeat." "Do you think that you have conquered ?" asked Minna.
"I do not know," she said, "perhaps I have only taken a step in the path." The lustrous splendor of her brow grew dim, her eyes were veiled beneath slow-dropping lids; a simple movement which affected the prying guests and kept them silent.