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"Neither have I," said another, "because we all thought the same thing, but now we're going to settle some money on this son of a maiden!" A collection was taken up, with Helgesen as the cashier. Then Bengt hailed a cab, invited the girl to enter, and got in after her. "Go ahead I want to go to Langes Street!" he called to the driver.
"What do you think," he cried, "Bengt Lagman thought when he came home and heard that 'Had my brother? I think he stopped at home the next time." Tears rose to Downie's eyes, and when Uncle saw that he laughed louder. "Yes, it is a fine partisan my nephew has chosen," he seemed to say, "You are not playing your part, my little girl."
Bengt was taking the child home to his mother, the others said. The group were rather silent after this. "Your eyes are so ridiculously wet, Bolt; are you crying about the money?" "What about you?" Bolt replied. "You're as sentimental as an old woman!" They grew cheerful again, and there were further "opportunities." A peasant came down the street with a cow he was taking to the butcher's.
Shall we here tell an interesting and romantic story about one of Birger's brothers? He was a judge in East Gothland, his name being Bengt, and had fallen deeply in love with a damsel named Sigrid, whose family was not rich nor great, though she herself was so beautiful that she was widely known as Sigrid the Fair.
Leading him to the house, she entertained him with the best cheer, and Bengt being sent for to the wood, the two brothers were fully reconciled. Such an effect have the charms of a fair woman over the pride and passion of men. A few words must serve to finish the story of Birger Jarl.
Then, soon after this, the angry jarl saddled his horse and rode with a large company to Ulfasa, where Bengt lived. When the judge saw the jarl's train near at hand he fled from his house to the woods, leaving his wife, whom he had carefully instructed how to act, to meet his irritated brother.
And as soon as old Lisa and Cowhouse Martha saw where Pickaxe Bengt had taken refuge, they, too, came tottering up, and sat down at Ingmar's feet. They did not speak to him, but somehow they must have had a vague idea that he would be able to protect them he who was now Ingmar Ingmarsson. Ingmar no longer kept his eyes closed.
By the time they had finished with this, Bengt had returned. "Where have you been?" they asked in surprise. "The old lady said yes," was all he replied. "Hurrah!" they all shouted. "Let's drink to the baby! Here, let's go to the bar. Did she really say yes? Hurrah for the old lady, too! What are we standing here for? Let's walk into the bar!" "Walk!" someone mocks.
This so displeased the proud jarl that he sent Bengt a cloak, half of which was made of gold brocade and the other of coarse and common baize. This was in token of the difference in rank of the families of Bengt and Sigrid and a significant hint that he should separate from his new wife. But Bengt was equal to the situation.
Anne-Marie had found the story pretty. She liked it when Bengt Lagman had pearls sewn on the breadth of homespun. She saw Maurits before her; how royally proud he would have looked when ordering the pearls! That was just the sort of thing Maurits would have done well.
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