"Please sit down, Arne," said she, presently, and Arne felt his way to a chair that stood by the foot of the bed. "It was so nice to hear you singing, you must sing a little for me up here."
"If I only knew anything that was suitable."
There was silence for a moment; then she said, "Sing a hymn," and he did so; it was a part of one of the confirmation hymns. When he had finished, he heard that she was weeping, and so he dared not sing any more; but presently she said, "Sing another one like that," and he sang another, choosing the one usually sung when the candidates for confirmation are standing in the church aisle.
"How many things I have thought of while I have been lying here," said Eli. He did not know what to answer, and he heard her weeping quietly in the dark. A clock was ticking on the wall, it gave warning that it was about to strike, and then struck; Eli drew a long breath several times as though she would ease her breast, and then she said, "One knows so little. I have known neither father nor mother. I have not been kind to them,--and that is why it gives me such strange feelings to hear that confirmation hymn."
When people talk in the dark, they are always more truthful than when they see each other face to face; they can say more, too.
"It is good to hear your words," replied Arne; he was thinking of what she had said when she was taken ill.
She knew what he meant; and so she remarked, "Had not this happened to me, G.o.d only knows how long it might have been before I had found my mother."
"She has been talking with you now?"
"Every day; she has done nothing else."
"Then, I dare say, you have heard many things."
"You may well say so."
"I suppose she talked about my father?"
"Yes."
"Does she still think of him?"
"She does."
"He was not kind to her."
"Poor mother!"
"He was worst of all, though, to himself."
Thoughts now arose that neither liked to express to the other. Eli was the first to break the silence.
"They say you are like your father."
"So I have heard," he answered, evasively.
She paid no heed to the tone of his voice; and so, after a while, she continued, "Could he, too, make songs?"
"No."
"Sing a song for me,--one you have made yourself."
But Arne was not in the habit of confessing that the songs he sang were his own. "I have none," said he.
"Indeed you have, and I am sure you will sing them for me if I ask it."
What he had never done for others, he now did for her. He sang the following song:--
"The tree"s early leaf-buds were bursting their brown: "Shall I take them away?" said the frost, sweeping down.
"No, dear; leave them alone Till blossoms here have grown,"
Prayed the tree, while it trembled from rootlet to crown.
"The tree bore its blossoms, and all the birds sung: "Shall I take them away?" said the wind, as it swung.
"No, dear; leave them alone Till berries here have grown,"
Said the tree, while its leaflets all quivering hung.
"The tree bore its fruit in the midsummer glow: Said the girl, "May I gather thy berries or no?"
"Yes, dear, all thou canst see; Take them; all are for thee,"
Said the tree, while it bent down its laden boughs low."[23]
This song almost took her breath away. He, too, sat there silent, after he was through, as though he had sung more than he cared to say to her.
Darkness has great power over those who are sitting in it and dare not speak; they are never so near each other as then. If Eli only turned, only moved her hand on the bed-cover, only breathed a little more heavily than usual, Arne heard it. "Arne, could not you teach me to make songs?"
"Have you never tried?"
"Yes, these last few days I have; but I have not succeeded."
"Why, what did you want to have in them?"
"Something about my mother, who cared so much for your father."
"That is a sad theme."
"I have cried over it, too."
"You must not think of what you are going to put in your songs; it comes of itself."
"How does it come?"
"As other precious things, when you least expect it."
They were both silent.
"I wonder, Arne, that you are longing to go away when you have so much that is beautiful within yourself."
"Do _you_ know that I am longing?"
She made no reply to this, but lay still a few moments, as though in thought.
"Arne, you must not go away!" said she, and this sent a glow through him.
"Well, sometimes I have less desire to go."