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daughter, for whom during the last two years Seraphita has shown much

affection, has never heard this music, and has never perceived the



heavenly perfumes which, they say, make the air fragrant about her

when she moves. Minna, to be sure, has often on returning from their



walks together expressed to me the delight of a young girl in the

beauties of our spring-time, in the spicy odors of budding larches and



pines and the earliest flowers; but after our long winters what can be

more natural than such pleasure? The companionship of this so-called



spirit has nothing so very extraordinary in it, has it, my child?"

"The secrets of that spirit are not mine," said Minna. "Near it I know



all, away from it I know nothing; near that exquisite life I am no

longer myself, far from it I forget all. The time we pass together is



a dream which my memory scarcely retains. I may have heard yet not

remember the music which the women tell of; in that presence, I may



have breathed celestial perfumes, seen the glory of the heavens, and

yet be unable to recollect them here."



"What astonishes me most," resumed the pastor, addressing Wilfrid, "is

to notice that you suffer from being near her."



"Near her!" exclaimed the stranger, "she has never so much as let me

touch her hand. When she saw me for the first time her glance



intimidated me; she said: 'You are welcome here, for you were to

come.' I fancied that she knew me. I trembled. It is fear that forces



me to believe in her."

"With me it is love," said Minna, without a blush.



"Are you making fun of me?" said Monsieur Becker, laughing good-

humoredly; "you my daughter, in calling yourself a Spirit of Love, and



you, Monsieur Wilfrid, in pretending to be a Spirit of Wisdom?"

He drank a glass of beer and so did not see the singular look which



Wilfrid cast upon Minna.

"Jesting apart," resumed the old gentleman, "I have been much



astonished to hear that these two mad-caps ascended to the summit of

the Falberg; it must be a girlish exaggeration; they probably went to



the crest of a ledge. It is impossible to reach the peaks of the

Falberg."



"If so, father," said Minna, in an agitated voice, "I must have been

under the power of a spirit; for indeed we reached the summit of the



Ice-Cap."

"This is really serious," said Monsieur Becker. "Minna is always



truthful."

"Monsieur Becker," said Wilfrid, "I swear to you that Seraphita



exercises such extraordinary power over me that I know no language in

which I can give you the least idea of it. She has revealed to me



things known to myself alone."

"Somnambulism!" said the old man. "A great many such effects are



related by Jean Wier as phenomena easily explained and formerly

observed in Egypt."



"Lend me Swedenborg's theosophical works," said Wilfrid, "and let me

plunge into those gulfs of light,--you have given me a thirst for



them."

Monsieur Becker took down a volume and gave it to his guest, who



instantly began to read it. It was about nine o'clock in the evening.

The serving-woman brought in the supper. Minna made tea. The repast



over, each turned silently to his or her occupation; the pastor read

the Incantations; Wilfrid pursued the spirit of Swedenborg; and the



young girl continued to sew, her mind absorbed in recollections. It

was a true Norwegian evening--peaceful, studious, and domestic; full



of thoughts, flowers blooming beneath the snow. Wilfrid, as he

devoured the pages of the prophet, lived by his inner senses only; the



pastor, looking up at times from his book, called Minna's attention to

the absorption of their guest with an air that was half-serious, half-



jesting. To Minna's thoughts the face of Seraphitus smiled upon her as

it hovered above the clouds of smoke which enveloped them. The clock



struck twelve. Suddenly the outer door was opened violently. Heavy but

hurried steps, the steps of a terrified old man, were heard in the



narrow vestibule between the two doors; then David burst into the

parlor.



"Danger, danger!" he cried. "Come! come, all! The evil spirits are

unchained! Fiery mitres are on their heads! Demons, Vertumni, Sirens!



they tempt her as Jesus was tempted on the mountain! Come, come! and

drive them away."






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