_Those darkening shadows in the sky in the east!_
And yet it was always “Ulrica” here and “Ulrica” there. Did she so much
as refer to an old-time longing was it not he who attempted to make
amends in some way or to bring about a belated fulfilment? Vivian’s
painting now in the museum, the talk as to his worth, his monument but
now being erected—to whom, to whom were those things due—this belated
honoring of her darling—?
“_Oh, well, tell him to come up. And you may lay out my green evening
dress, Olga._”