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Maria looks on at all this with surprise. She says, like the old woman in Tonietta, by Henrik Hertz: "A great, strong girl like that does not need to wash and splash herself all over like an Englishwoman." The lectures she has given me every time I have wanted to wash myself, on the harm water does an invalid, are many and precious.
He may suggest the erotic, but never the lascivious. A thinker doubled by an artist he is the one man north who recalls the harsh but pregnant truths of Henrik Ibsen.
As if people of such an age as Melanie and I interested themselves in dolls! I told Henrik to interpret this to her; I observed that it put her in a bad temper, and rejoiced that I had got rid of her. I remarked that I must go and study, and the lesson was long. So I went to my room and began to study.
He made a trip to Denmark on genealogical research which proved quite successful. The first of June found him back to Nordal. Midsummer Night came clear and cool. Henrik was in Christiania, and was to be one of a party to spend the night on the hills above the city. Marie was not with them, and Henrik enquired the reason. "She is ill," said Selma. "Ill? Where is she?" "At home.
Rachel, even, forgot to ask further questions regarding the identity of the woman with hazel eyes and auburn hair, for just then Henrik and Marie appeared. With them was another woman, and the three were so preoccupied that they were oblivious to all others. "You are too late for the meeting," said Rupert. "I did intend to get there in time," replied Henrik, "but don't you see who is here?"
When she saw him back again, browned and hardy, but the same gentle Henrik, Marie wondered, and by that wonder her resentment was modified, and she listened to his accounts of America and his relatives in Minnesota with much interest. As he spoke with an added enthusiasm of his cousin Rachel, the listeners opened their ears and eyes.
Then Henrik arranged his affairs so that he could remain away for some months. He said he was going to America to visit his uncles in Minnesota, and yes, very likely he would go farther west. His friends shook their heads misgivingly, but he only smiled at their fears.
She was so old and weak and traditionated in the belief of her fathers that she could grasp but feebly the principles taught her by Henrik; but this she knew, that there was something in his tone and manner of speech that soothed her and drove away the resentment and hardness of heart left by the talk of others.
"Old!" exclaimed the Judge. "He is something above forty, I fancy; you don't call that so horribly old, my little Eva. But it is true he has always had an old look." "Guess better," said the mother. "I have it! I have it!" said Petrea, blushing. "It is Laura! Aunt Evelina's Laura!" "Ah, light breaks in," said Henrik; "and the bridegroom is Major Arvid G. Is it not?" "Precisely," said his mother.
Supper was served up for the children, more lights were brought in, and the scene was lively. Everything was sacrificed to the new comer. Louise brought out for her two pieces of confectionery above a year old, and a box in which they might be preserved yet longer. Henrik presented her with a red trumpet, conferring gratuitous instruction on the art of blowing it.
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