fancy as Bagger, always having something unknown, fairy-like, lying out upon the horizon, holding claim upon him from his youth; and on the other hand it was against her principles, not-withstanding her confidence in his silence, to convey to him the knowledge that it was Miss Brandt who played fairy.
She said to him, "You must have your letter, your obligation, your marriage promise back."
"Yes," he answered with a sigh of discouragement: "it is true enough I ought; but where shall I turn? That is just the immeasurable difficulty."
"Write by the same mail as before."
"Which?"
"Let the whirlwind, that brought the first letter to its destination, also take care of this, in which you demand your word back."
"Oh, that you do not mean! Or, if you mean it, then I may honestly confess that I am not young any more or have not received another youth. I have not courage to write anything, for fear it should come to others than to you."
"So I see that, after all, I may act as witch to-day. Write, and I will take care of the letter: do you hesitate?"
"No: only it took me a moment to comprehend the promise involved in this that you will take care of my letter. I obey you blindly; but what shall I write?"
