"Heart's-dearest, we should take care on that very account; one should take care of one's head as well as one's heart; one should take care of that, or it may go still more awry than it now is with us! He, he, he, he--but listen to me, my friend," said Mrs.
Gunilla, suddenly becoming very grave: "I will tell you one thing, and that is----" "Your most gracious Honour, pardon me," interrupted he, "but I think--I feel rather unwell--I--there, now we are at your door! Pardon me!" and the Candidate tumbled up-stairs again.
In the hall of the Franks' dwelling he drew breath.

The thought of the mysterious meeting with Elise filled him at the same time with joy and uneasiness.

He could not collect his bewildered thoughts, and with a wildly-beating heart went into the room where Elise awaited him.
As soon as he saw her white lovely figure standing in the magical lamplight his soul became intoxicated, and he was just about to throw himself at her feet, when Elise, hastily, and with dignity, drew back a few paces.
"Listen to me, Jacobi," said she, with trembling but earnest voice.
"Listen to you!" said he, passionately--"oh, that I might listen to you for ever!--oh, that I----" "Silence!" interrupted Elise, with a severity very unusual to her; "not one word more of this kind, or our conversation is at an end, and we are separated for ever!" "Good heavens!" exclaimed Jacobi, "what have----" "I beseech you, listen to me!" continued Elise; "tell me, Jacobi, have I given you occasion to think thus lightly of me ?" Jacobi started.

"What a question!" said he, stammering, and pale.
"Nevertheless," continued Elise, with emotion, "I must have done so; your behaviour to me this evening has proved it.

Could you think, Jacobi, that I, a wife, the mother of many children, could permit the sentiment which you have been so thoughtless as to avow this evening?
Could you imagine that it would not occasion me great uneasiness and pain?
Indeed, it is so, Jacobi; I fear that you have gone sadly wrong; and if I myself, through any want of circumspection in my conduct, have assisted thereto, may God forgive me! You have punished me for it, Jacobi--have punished me for the regard I have felt for you and shown to you; and if I now must break a connexion which I hoped would gladden my life, it is your own fault.