means, though I have read them all. Can you not tell me, you who know
so much? What is the use of all your studies and your universities, if
you cannot tell me what it is I feel, what love is?'

'Does love need explanation? What does the meaning matter, when one has
it?'

'Ah, you may say that of anything. Would the air be sweeter, if I knew
what it was? Would the storm be louder, or grander, or more angry, if I
knew what made it? And besides, I do know, for I have learned about
storms in my books. But it is not the same thing. Love is not part of
nature, I am sure. It is a part of the soul. But then, why should it
sometimes change? The soul does not change, for it is eternal.'

'But true love does not change either--'

'And yet people seem to think it is true, until it changes,' argued
Hilda. 'There must be something by which one can tell whether it is
true or not.'

'One must not be too logical with love, any more than with religion.'

'Religion? Why, that is the most logical thing we know anything about!'

'And yet people have differed very much in their opinions of it,' said
Greif with a smile.

'Is it not logical that good people should go to heaven and bad people
to hell?' inquired Hilda calmly. 'Religion would be illogical if it
taught that sinners should all be saved and saints burnt in everlasting