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"I shall never forget the Altenfjord or you, Miss Gueldmar. Don't you know there are some things that cannot be forgotten? such as a sudden glimpse of fine scenery, a beautiful song, or a pathetic poem?" She bent her head in assent. "And here there is so much to remember the light of the midnight sun, the glorious mountains, the loveliness of the whole land!"
To sail away from the Altenfjord and its now most fascinating attractions, because a madman asked him to do so, was a proposition impossible of acceptance, so Sir Philip said nothing.
All snow and darkness at the Altenfjord! How strange the picture seemed! She thought of her mother's sepulchre, how cold and dreary it must be, she could see in fancy the long pendent icicles fringing the entrance to the sea-king's tomb, the spot where she and Philip had first met, she could almost hear the slow, sullen plash of the black Fjord against the shore.
As they reached the yacht a silver glare of lightning sprang forth from beneath this sable pinion, and a few large drops of rain began to fall. Errington hurried Thelma on deck and down into the saloon. His friends, with Gueldmar, followed, and the vessel was soon plunging through waves of no small height on her way back to the Altenfjord.
On arrival, he learned that a vessel bound for the North Cape had left on the previous day there would not be another for a fortnight. Cursing his ill-luck, he resolved to reach the Altenfjord by land, and began to make arrangements accordingly.
The others listened, amused at his enthusiasm, and, meanwhile, the Altenfjord altogether disappeared, and the Eulalie was soon plunging in a rougher sea. They were bound for Christiania, where it was decided Thelma's marriage should at once take place after which Sir Philip would leave his yacht at the disposal of his friends, for them to return in it to England.
And, I am very, very tired!" Her voice trembled a little, she sighed and closed her eyes. She felt strangely weak and giddy, she seemed to be slipping away from herself and from all the comprehension of life, she wondered vaguely who and what she was. Had her marriage with Philip been all a dream? perhaps she had never left the Altenfjord after all!
"I have noticed it myself," said Errington, "and I'm sorry for it, for I've done him no harm that I can remember. He certainly asked me to go away from the Altenfjord, and I refused, I'd no idea he had any serious meaning in his request. But it's evident he can't endure my company."
The cause of the sensation was very simple. It was an announcement in the Times under the head of "Marriages" and ran as follows: "At the English Consulate, Christiania, Sir Philip Bruce-Errington, Bart., to Thelma, only daughter of Olaf Gueldmar, bonde, of the Altenfjord, Norway. No cards." "There's nothing serious in mortality: All is but toys." "I think," said Mrs.
After this parenthesis, she resumed the conversation, Valdemar Svensen sitting silently apart, and related all that had happened since Thelma's arrival at the Altenfjord. She also gave an account of Lovisa Elsland's death, though Britta was not much affected by the loss of her grandmother. "Dreadful old thing!" she said with a shudder. "I'm glad I wasn't with her!
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