"Oh! if I could but recall the years that are past! Once you said to me at noon: Is there anything in the world more cheering than the sun?--and then again one evening: What pure happiness fresh air brings! I ridiculed you for your simplicity; I was constantly sinning against your better nature; everything makes you happy, and so it ought to be. Just as I once threw away your father's file and broke the sharp point, and it seemed to enter my heart, but I took care you should not know this; and I threw out of the window your mother's pious writing, and the plant: there is not a single thing in which I have not acted wrong. I know--I know that you forgive me freely; pray to a gracious God that He will also forgive me in life and in death." A musical timepiece began to play a hymn. Petrowitsch moved uneasily in his chair, but appeared to sleep again. When the air was ended, Annele exclaimed:-- "What is there that I have not to ask forgiveness for? even that clock. Now for the first time in my life, I hear how holy that music sounds, and yet how often I vexed you on this subject also! Good and gracious Lord! I ask it not for myself--but save us, oh! save us! let me prove that I wish to make up for the past." "I feel quite happy now, even if we are doomed to die," said Lenz; "while the clock was playing it came into my thoughts--we have got the precious plant Edelweiss again; it grew under the snow in your naturally good heart. Why do you tremble so?" "I am so cold, my feet are like ice." "Take off your shoes, and I will warm your feet in my hands. Are you better now?" "Yes, much better, but my head feels as if every hair were dripping blood. Hark! I hear the cock crow, and the raven screech. God be praised! it must be daylight at last." They started up, as if help were really at hand, and the uncle, too, seemed to rouse himself from his supposed sleep; but suddenly there was a loud crash. "We are lost!" cried Petrowitsch. All was again still. The ceiling of their sleeping room had given way, so that the door could no longer be opened. After the first moment of alarm, Lenz thanked God that his wife had a presentiment in her sleep of what had happened, and left the room with her child; and for their comfort he told them that their sleeping room was a new building, unconnected with the other part of the house; and that he had no fear of the stout crossbeams of the old house not standing fast and untouched. It did seem to him, however--only he took care not to say this--that the walls of the room next the sleeping one bent inwards; but this was merely a delusion, caused by the flickering, dim, blue light. A long silent pause ensued; no sound was heard except when a cock was heard crowing in the distance, or when Bueble barked and the raven croaked. "This is an actual Noah's ark," said Petrowitsch; and Lenz replied:-- "Whether the issue of this is life or death, we are equally saved from the deluge caused by sin."