SeeingthatUrsulawashalf-hiddenbythecreepers，theyoungmancouldnotdenyhimselfthehappinessofpressinghertohisheartandkissingherforehead；butshegaveafeeblecryanddroppeduponthebench，andwhenSaviniensatbesideher，entreatingpardon，hesawthedoctorstandingbeforethem。
“Myfriend，“saidtheoldman，“Ursulaisabornsensitive；tooroughawordmightkillher。Forhersakeyoumustmoderatetheenthusiasmofyourlove——Ah！ifyouhadlovedherforsixteenyearsasIhave，youwouldhavebeensatisfiedwithherwordofpromise，“headded，torevengehimselfforthelastsentenceinSavinien’ssecondletter。
Twodayslatertheyoungmandeparted。InspiteoftheletterswhichhewroteregularlytoUrsula，shefellapreytoanillnesswithoutapparentcause。Likeafinefruitwithawormatthecore，asinglethoughtgnawedherheart。Shelostbothappetiteandcolor。Thefirsttimehergodfatheraskedherwhatshefelt，shereplied:——
“Iwanttoseetheocean。“
“Itisdifficulttotakeyoutoasea-portinthedepthofwinter，“