Just then Rupert stepped up to them. Seeing their wonder, he asked the reason. Signe explained. "I think I can guess who it was," said Rupert. "Well, well," he murmured as if to himself, "I had nearly forgotten her." "Yes, I believe it was she," added Signe. "Was who?" inquired Rachel. But Rupert stopped any reply that his wife might wish to make by interrupting with: "I saw an impressive sight not long ago--Come let us be getting on our way home, and I shall tell it to you." They were willing to listen as they journeyed. "We were out," began Rupert--"a brother and I--getting some information needed in one of the temples on earth for a brother who had gone as far as he could with his genealogy. As we were talking to a group of sisters a man rushed in upon us. With quick, eager words he asked us if we had seen someone whom he named and described. At the sight of him, one of the women shrunk back as if to hide in the crowd, but he saw her, and exclaimed: "'Is that you? Yes--Oh, have I found you at last!'" "The sister put forth her hand as if to ward him off, as he pressed through the crowd to her. 'How did you get here?' she asked. 'Keep away--you are unclean--keep away.' "He paused in some astonishment at this reception. Then he pleaded with her to let him accompany her; but she retreated from him, crying, 'You are unclean; do not touch me.' "'Yes,' he acknowledged, 'I suppose I have been a sinner; but listen to my justification: I sinned to drown my sorrow when you died. I, also, wanted to die. My heart was broken--I could not stand it--it was because I loved you so--' "'No; you did not love me. Love is pure--made purer by sorrow. Had you truly loved, you would not have sinned so grievously. Your sorrow needed to be repented of. Sorrow cannot be drowned in sin--no, no; go away. Please go; you frighten me.' "The man stood rigid for some time, and the expression on his face was something terrible to see. The cold, clear truth had for the first time burst upon him to his convincing. He had a 'bright recollection of all his guilt,' and his torment was 'as a lake of fire and brimstone.' The woman, recovering somewhat from her fright, stood before him with innocent, clear-shining eyes, with half pity and half fear showing in her beautiful countenance--for the woman was beautiful. The man stood for a moment, which seemed a long time to all who witnessed the scene, then his head dropped, his form seemed to shrivel up as he slouched out of our company and disappeared from sight." There was silence. Then Rupert added, "And yet some people tried to make us believe that there is no hell." Rachel, even, forgot to ask further questions regarding the identity of the woman with hazel eyes and auburn hair, for just then Henrik and Marie appeared. With them was another woman, and the three were so preoccupied that they were oblivious to all others. "You are too late for the meeting," said Rupert.