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"Oh! they are only Danes, not Norsemen, and there are no Vikings, such as once were when Ragnar laid waste " "Son, son, what talk is this for the child's ears?" broke in Fru Astrida, "are these words for a Christian Baron?"
I could not see his face very well, but thought it was Nikolai carrying something, so I went back to my table to work again. A little later I heard someone say "Good morning" in the living room. Fru Ingeborg did not return the greeting. Instead, I heard her ask in loud, hostile tones: "What do you want?" "I've come to pay you a visit." "My husband isn't in he's in the field." "Never mind."
Nils bursts out laughing: "Oh, that Captain! look at him!" "What's his name?" I don't know his proper name." "And the Engineer?" "His name's Lassen, so I've heard. He's only been here once before in my time." Then came Fru Falkenberg out on the steps; she stopped for a moment and glanced over at the two by the flagstaff.
No one awaited them at the landing, but a few people stood about near the gallery, looking embarrassed or were they suspicious? The travellers went into Fru Kaas's old rooms, both up stairs and down. These were just as they had left them, but how faded and wretched they looked! The table, which was laid for supper, was loaded with coarse food like that at a farmer's wedding.
The heavy burden hanging down so uncomfortably from one shoulder looked bad. Indoors I heard a sound of sobbing; Fru Ingeborg was in a state of collapse in a chair. And in her condition, too! Well, give it time it will pass off. Gradually we begin to talk, and by asking her questions, I force her to collect herself. "He that man that beast oh, you don't know how dreadful he is I could murder him.
He was evidently a diligent reader of the newspapers, and Peer gathered that he was a Radical, and a man of some weight in his party. And he looked as if there was plenty of fire smouldering under his reddish eyelids: "A bad man to fall out with," thought Peer. They sat down to supper, and Peer noticed that Fru Uthoug grew less pale and anxious as her daughter laughed and joked and chattered.
"I'm glad Kongstrup's going over with her," said Fru Kongstrup to Fair Maria one evening when they were sitting round the big darning-basket, mending the young lady's stockings after the wash. "They say Copenhagen's a bad town for inexperienced young people to come to. But Sina'll get on all right, for she's got the good stock of the Kollers in her."
Almost the entire bottom of the large spring-wagon was covered, so that it was difficult to find room for one's feet. After all, Fru Kongstrup showed a proper feeling for her servants when she wanted to. She went about like a kind mistress and saw that everything was well packed and that nothing was wanting. She was not like Kongstrup, who always had to have a bailiff between himself and them.
He knew Sir Eric's grizzled hair, and blue inlaid armour, though his back was towards him, and in a moment, before his entrance had been perceived, he sprang towards him, and, with outstretched arms, exclaimed: "Sir Eric dear Sir Eric, here I am! Osmond is safe! And is Fru Astrida well?" The old Baron turned.
Fruen thinks for a bit and then says: "Elisabeth's in town. You might take a parcel in for her something she's forgotten." That gives me the address! I thought to myself. "But I've got to get it ready first." "Then Froken Elisabeth might be gone again before I got there?" "Oh no, she's with Fru Falkenberg, and they're staying in town for the week." This was grand news, joyous news.
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