Now go; you will not feel the draught in the anteroom with that wrap on.

Go; be quick." "No, no," she eagerly replied.

"You must let me say what I have to say or I cannot sleep.

You see I never thought of hurting you so dreadfully, so horribly--never, never! I was angry with you, to be sure, because--but when I spoke I really and truly did not think of you, but only of poor Paula.

You do not know how good she is, and grandfather was so fond of her before you came home; and he was lying there and going to die so soon, and I knew that he believed Paula to be a thief and a liar, and it seemed to me so horrible, so unbearable to see him close his eyes with such a mistake in his mind, such an injustice!--Not for his sake, oh no! but for Paula's; so then I--Oh Orion! the Merciful Saviour is my witness, I could not help it; if I had had to die for it I could not have helped it! I should have died, if I had not spoken!" "And perhaps it was well that you spoke," interrupted the young man, with a deep sigh.