By ten o'clock the whole house was perfectly quiet, but Rachel was still sitting in her room, lost in thought.

She could not read, but several times she took up a pen to write, she scarcely knew what.

She never accomplished her intention, and at last she put out the light, and sat down and gazed over the fjord, which lay sparkling in the moonlight.

If, forsaken by every one, he now came to her and prayed for even more than her friendship, for this too she was prepared, and had finally decided on her answer.

He was a man, and a courageous one, and she was determined to follow him.