Then, after
much glad converse, Ulrika was called, and Sir Philip seizing her hand,
shook it with such force and fervor that she was quite overcome.
"I don't know how to thank you!" he said, his eyes sparkling with
gratitude. "It's impossible to repay such goodness as yours! My wife
tells me how tender and patient and devoted you have been--that even
when she knew nothing else, she was aware of your kindness. God bless
you for it! You have saved her life--"
"Ah, yes, indeed!" interrupted Thelma gently. "And life has grown so
glad for me again! I do owe you so much."
"You owe me nothing," said Ulrika in those harsh, monotonous tones which
she had of late learned to modulate. "Nothing. The debt is all on my
side." She stopped abruptly--a dull red color flushed her face--her eyes
dwelt on Thelma with a musing tenderness.
Sir Philip looked at her in some surprise.
"Yes," she went on. "The debt is all on my side. Hear me out, Sir
Philip--and you too,--you 'rose of the northern forest', as Sigurd used
to call you! You have not forgotten Sigurd?"
"Forgotten him?" said Thelma softly.
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