appear a stranger there; and when one has reached my age, nature
cannot satisfy--one must have people!"

"Thou knowest, Rosalie, my grandfather has settled a sum upon thee
so long as thou livest. Now I have thought thou couldst spend thy
latter days with thy beloved ones at home, in the glorious
Switzerland. In October I take my philosophicum; the following
summer I would then accompany thee. I must also see that splendid
mountain-land,--know something more of the world than I have yet
known. I know how thy thoughts always dwell upon Switzerland.
Thither will I reconduct thee; thou wilt feel thyself less lonely
there than here in Denmark."

"Thou art carried away by the thoughts of youth, as thou shouldst
and must be, thou dear, sweet soul!" said Rosalie, smiling. "At my
age it is not so easy."

"We will make short days' journeys," said Otto, "go with the
steamboat up the Rhine--that is not fatiguing; and from Basel one
is soon in Franche Compte on the Jura."

"No, upon the heath, near Vestervovov, as it is called here, will
old Rosalie die; here I have felt myself at home, here I have two
or three friends. The family at Lemvig have invited me, have for me
a place at table, a little room, and friendly faces. Switzerland
would be no longer that Switzerland which I quitted. Nature would
greet me as an old acquaintance; it would be to me music, once more
to hear the ringing of the cows' bells; it would affect me deeply,
once again to kneel in the little chapel on the mountain: but I
should soon feel myself a greater stranger there than here. Had it