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The last time when Weyse played on the organ at Roeskelde I had bought a pretty silk handkerchief, and this I took with me for her; I know not, but I wished to give her pleasure. There came a woman past with lovely stocks; I stood at the open window; she offered me a bouquet, and I bought it. 'Those are lovely flowers! said Eva, when she entered.
"I see the whole piece! how they clamber about the roofs! The idea is original, thou sweet friend!" By evening the family were again in Roeskelde. The merchant sought for Eva. Otto inquired after her, so did Hans Peter also, and all three received the same answer. "She is no longer here."
A withered bouquet of stocks had been found by Louise, with the certificate of Eva's birth and her hymn-book. These were the flowers which Wilhelm had given her that evening at Roeskelde. Among the dry leaves there lay a piece of paper, on which she had written, "Even like these flowers let the feelings die away in my soul which these flowers inspire it with!"
Wilhelm had wished to accompany him to Roeskelde, but the mother did not desire it. "We have had a pleasure to-day," said Sophie, "a pleasure from which we shall long have enjoyment. Have you seen the new book, the 'Letters of a Wandering Ghost? It is Baggesen himself in his most perfect beauty, a music which I never believed could have been given in words. This is a poet!
These were Wilhelm's thoughts; and yet it was not perfectly clear to him that he loved with his whole soul, as one can only love once. The following forenoon he paid a visit to Professor Weyse. "You are going to Roeskelde, are you not?" asked Wilhelm. "I have heard you so often play the organ here in Our Lady's church, I should very much like to hear you there, in the cathedral.
"We should have been here to dinner," said Sophie, "but my brother could not get his business finished in Roeskelde; then he had forgotten to order horses, and other little misadventures occurred: six whole hours we remained there. Mamma contracted quite a passion there she fell fairly in love with a young girl, the pretty Eva." "Yes, she is a nice creature!" said the old lady.
They reached Roeskelde in the forenoon, but Eva did not receive them. The excursion to Lethraborg was arranged; toward evening they should again return to the inn, and then Eva would certainly appear.
Yet she is weak; she resembles the tender mountain-flowers which grow in ice and snow, but which bow their heads in the soft mountain air, when it is warmed by the sun. It really seems to me that she is become weaker since she has enjoyed our care and happy days. When I saw her at Roeskelde she was far more blooming." "Perhaps she thinks of your brother thinks of him with quiet sorrow?"
The merchant had seen her, and wished to purchase the beautiful flower. Upon this Eva left her home, and came to the excellent people at Roeskelde; and from that day God had been very good to her. She sank down upon her knees before the elderly lady's bed. She was not among strangers: a mother and a sister wept with the happy one. "O that I might live!" besought Eva, in the depths of her heart.
The father, should the weather remain good, will make an excursion with us to Lethraborg the day after to-morrow. We will then walk in the beautiful valley of the Hertha, and pass the night at Roeskelde. Those will be two delightful days! What an excellent father you have! But shall we not invite Mr. Thostrup to go with us?
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