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No; the wedding would not have to be postponed more than six weeks! The good man seemed so thoroughly convinced of all this, that his auditors were influenced rather by his firm conviction than by his arguments. This visit to the Helmboe family did the young Hansens good, and they returned home much calmer than they went away. At last the fifteenth of June came.
"I know another and even more agreeable route that prolongs the journey only a few hours, and you, too, are familiar with it, my boy, though you failed to mention it." "What route do you refer to?" "To the one that passes through Bamble." "Through Bamble?" "Yes, through Bamble. Don't feign ignorance. Yes, through Bamble, where Farmer Helmboe and his daughter Siegfrid reside." "Monsieur Sylvius!"
Siegfrid, the pretty bride-maid, her father, Farmer Helmboe, Joel, her affianced husband, and even Dame Hansen, who was no longer haunted by a fear of Sandgoist. Perhaps the reader will ask whether all these friends and guests Messrs.
This is the custom in Norway, where these pleasant duties are generally reserved for married women, so it was rather on Joel's account that Siegfrid Helmboe was to serve Hulda Hansen in this capacity. A question of vital importance to the bride-maid as well as to the bride, is the toilet to be worn on the day of the wedding.
"Yes; unless he should take it into his head to go on to Bamble to see Farmer Helmboe." "And his daughter Siegfrid." "Yes. Siegfrid, my best friend, whom I love like a sister!" replied the young girl, smiling. "All, well, Hulda, shut up the house, and let's go to bed." "You are not ill, are you, mother?" "No; but I want to be up bright and early to-morrow morning. I must go to Moel." "What for?"
"From the tone in which he uttered those words, and the way in which he blushed as he uttered them, I judge that Mademoiselle Siegfrid Helmboe is destined to become Madame Joel Hansen of Dal," said the professor, laughing. "Yes, Mr. Sylvius," replied Hulda. "Good! so there is a fair prospect of yet another wedding," exclaimed Sylvius Hogg.
"To be present at the drawing of the great lottery?" "Certainly." "But what good will it do now that Ole's ticket is in the hands of that wretch, Sandgoist?" "It was Ole's wish, and it must be respected," replied the professor. "I hear that the usurer has found no purchaser for the ticket for which he paid so dearly." "I too have heard so, friend Helmboe."
How strange it is that she can not understand that her children were born to sympathize with her." "She will find it out some day, Joel." "Yes; so let us wait patiently, little sister. Still, there is no reason why I should not try to find out who the man is. Perhaps Farmer Helmboe knows him. I will ask him the first time I go to Bamble, and if need be I will push on to Drammen.
"Well, I must say that it serves the rascal right. The man is a scoundrel, professor, a scoundrel, and it serves him right." "Yes, friend Helmboe, it does, indeed, serve him right." Of course they had to take supper at the farm-house.
One day all three of them went up the valley of Vesfjorddal half-way to the falls of the Rjukan. The next day they went to Moel and Lake Tinn. Once they were even absent twenty-four hours. This time they prolonged their excursion to Bamble, where the professor made the acquaintance of Farmer Helmboe and his daughter Siegfrid.
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