What was it to him?  While he was sitting at his breakfast, and was just thinking of sending the maid down to the school to say he was unwell, a knock was heard at the door, and Dean Sparre entered the room.  Johnsen at once endeavoured to recollect what he had yesterday arranged to say to the dean; but at that early hour, and in the presence of that perplexing smile, he might just as well have tried to sing “Lohengrin” without notes as to bring to his recollection his ideas of the day before.

The dean went straight to the point without any parley, but quite from a different point of view to which Johnsen had expected.  He was of opinion, in fact, without making any further assumption, that Johnsen was in love with, and even perhaps engaged to, Rachel Garman, and that in his sermon of yesterday he had been expressing her ideas, which, although they were certainly original, were still somewhat distorted.  At the same time, he was quite ready to allow that Miss Garman was no doubt a lady of first-rate ability.

All the efforts that Johnsen made to get the dean out of this line of thought were entirely thrown away; neither could he make it clear to him that his assumption of the possibility of his being engaged to Rachel was incorrect.

The dean listened with much patience and with perfect good nature to what he had to say, and took up the argument where he had left it.  At last he said, calmly and plainly, “Are you not in love with this woman?”

Johnsen’s first idea was to answer no; but he failed in the effort, hesitated, and said, “I don’t know.”

From that moment the dean had completed his task.  Johnsen tried to break off the conversation by looking at the clock, which was now nearly eight.

“You are thinking of your school, like a conscientious man, are you not?” said the dean.  “But you need not be anxious about it.  I have been in and told them that you would be unable to attend.  Mr. Pallesen will take your place this morning.”

Johnsen sat down again, entirely crestfallen.  He felt that he had been hopelessly outwitted and beaten.  The dean’s sonorous voice still rolled on.  He did not directly attack any particular point in the sermon—­not at all; but he showed how earthly love, although it was but the type of a heavenly one, was often apt to lead us mortals into error.  This he knew of his own experience.  He did not wish to make himself out better than he was, but he felt that it was of the highest importance for all, and especially for the young, to be constantly on their guard against the danger.  Johnsen could see for himself to what lengths he had allowed himself to be carried yesterday.