I can give you a thousand such cases from Jean Wier and other writers." "I admit all that, dear pastor; but to my thinking, Seraphita would make a perfect wife." "She is all mind," said Monsieur Becker, dubiously.
Several days went by, during which the snow in the valleys melted gradually away; the green of the forests and of the grass began to show; Norwegian Nature made ready her wedding garments for her brief bridal of a day.

During this period, when the softened air invited every one to leave the house, Seraphita remained at home in solitude.

When at last she admitted Minna the latter saw at once the ravages of inward fever; Seraphita's voice was hollow, her skin pallid; hitherto a poet might have compared her lustre to that of diamonds,--now it was that of a topaz.
"Have you seen her ?" asked Wilfrid, who had wandered around the Swedish dwelling waiting for Minna's return.
"Yes," answered the young girl, weeping; "We must lose him!" "Mademoiselle," cried Wilfrid, endeavoring to repress the loud tones of his angry voice, "do not jest with me.

You can love Seraphita only as one young girl can love another, and not with the love which she inspires in me.

You do not know your danger if my jealousy were really aroused.