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"There is the everlasting burning," began Ulrika solemnly. "Oh, nonsense!" exclaimed Britta quite impatiently. "I don't believe it!" Ulrika started back in wonder and dismay. "You don't believe it!" she said in awed accents. "Are you also a heathen?" "I don't know what you mean by a heathen," replied Britta almost gaily.
"It is only a sort of breaking out, a fit of 'igh spirits. Hall men are so at times! It's chick to run a little wild in Paris. But Miss Britta, if you were with me I should never run wild!" Here his arm made another attempt to get round her waist and again she skillfully, and with some show of anger, avoided it. "Ah, you're very 'ard upon me," he then observed, "Very, very, 'ard!
"She has not the brightness the angel look les yeux d'enfant, that we beheld in her at that far Norwegian Fjord. Britta is anxious for her." Lorimer looked up, and smiled a little. "Britta? It's always Britta with you, mon cher! One would think " he paused and laughed. "Think what you please!" exclaimed Duprez, with a defiant snap of his fingers.
"Where is Britta?" demanded Philip suddenly. "She has gone again to Lady Winsleigh's," answered Morris, "she says it is there that mischief has been done, I don't know what she means!" Philip shook off his secretary's sympathetic touch, and strode through the rooms to Thelma's boudoir.
"I would not give that little person for all the grandes dames here to-day! She is charming and she is true! Ma foi! to be true to any one is a virtue in this age! I tell you, my good boy, there is something sorrowful heavy on la belle Thelma's mind and Britta, who sees her always, feels it but she cannot speak. One thing I will tell you it is a pity she is so fond of Miladi Winsleigh."
Oh!" and Britta looked volumes of wrath. "I could have beaten her black and blue!" Her vicious eagerness was almost comic every one laughed, including Thelma, though she pressed the hand of her little servant very warmly. "Oh fie!" said Lorimer seriously. "Little girls mustn't whip their grandmothers; it's specially forbidden in the Prayer-book, isn't it, Phil?"
For Britta has been caught by his daughter's evil spell. Britta is mine, and I must have her back. Understand me well! do what you have to do without delay! Surely it is an easy thing to ruin a woman!" Ulrika stood as though absorbed in meditation, and said nothing for some moments. At last she murmured as though to herself "Mr. Dyceworthy could do much if "
Within the house Britta was singing cheerily at her work, and the sound of her song alone disturbed the silence.
She called out 'Hey, Britta! Do you know they have got your mistress down at Talvig, and they'll burn her for a witch before they sleep! 'She has gone to Bosekop, I answered, 'so I know you tell a lie. 'It is no lie, said the old woman, 'old Lovisa has her this time for sure. And she laughed and went away.
Lorimer what is best to do," she thought. "She is old and wise, and she will know." That night, as she laid her head on her pillow, and Britta threw the warm eidredon over her, she shivered a little and asked "Is it not very cold, Britta?" "Very!" responded her little maid. "And it is beginning to snow." Thelma looked wistful. "It is all snow and darkness now at the Altenfjord," she said.
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