I meet a man I don't know. He looks at me and I behave like a silly little schoolgirl. I listen to the idle chatter of some foolish women.... Well, what then? Surely that ought to finish the story, but no, it only begins it. Though this is not quite true. Those eyes have haunted me since the evening I saw Suleima. Now I understand it, it was the eyes which conquered Suleima. I don't remember at all how he looked, I don't even remember the sound of his voice.
Surely, Julie, you are well on the way to madness, and it is high time that Erik returned. I greet you, dear friend, I greet your dear steadfast blue eyes.
THIS morning I went into the attic to get some linen out of a chest. When I was turning the things over I came across a big black veil. I have never seen one so closely woven, and it was made in the shape of a hood. I put it on and could hardly see through it, and when I glanced at myself in the old mirror hanging on the wall I looked exactly like a hooded nun.
I wonder why mother got this veil and what she used it for?
I meant to have asked her to-night, but when it came to the point somehow I did not do it.
I SAT at the window after lunch. The snow was falling gently in big, soft flakes, just what I always call a real Christmas snow—like myriads
