She, however, seemed to have eyes for no one but the holy man; an awful curiosity was painted on her features, which appeared terrible to the others.
"Heavily must the soul weigh down its possessor," she pursued, when no one returned her any answer--"very heavily! for already its approaching image overshadows me with anguish and mourning.

And, alas, I have till now been so merry and light-hearted!" and she burst into another flood of tears, and covered her face with her veil.
The priest, going up to her with a solemn look, now addressed himself to her, and conjured her, by the name of God most holy, if any spirit of evil possessed her, to remove the light covering from her face.

But she sank before him on her knees, and repeated after him every sacred expression he uttered, giving praise to God, and protesting "that she wished well to the whole world." The priest then spoke to the knight: "Sir bridegroom, I leave you alone with her whom I have united to you in marriage.

So far as I can discover, there is nothing of evil in her, but assuredly much that is wonderful.

What I recommend to you is--prudence, love, and fidelity." Thus speaking, he left the apartment; and the fisherman, with his wife, followed him, crossing themselves.
Undine had sunk upon her knees.