"Oh," he thought, "she knows I am fond of her." The tears
he could not restrain rolled down his cheeks, and he was unable to
utter a single word; it seemed as if he had been struck
dumb.
When he left, she pressed his hand, and said, "You have a
kind heart, Knud: remain always as you are now." What an evening of
happiness this had been; to sleep after it was impossible, and Knud
did not sleep.
At parting, Joanna's father had said, "Now, you won't
quite forget us; you must not let the whole winter go by without
paying us another visit;" so that Knud felt himself free to go
again the following Sunday evening, and so he did. But every
evening after working hours—and they worked by candle-light then—he
walked out into the town, and through the street in which Joanna
lived, to look
