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A good fat dog about the place is a mighty fine advertisement for a lodging-house; it speaks for good feeding anywhere. Brede, then, is husband and father in the house, and apart from that position, has got on variously beside. He had been once more installed as Lensmand's assistant and deputy, and had a good deal to do that way for a time.
He moved close to her, and then she recited a little snatch of a song, four or five times, until the boy learned it, and it was the first thing he learned at school. "Dance!" cried the fiddle; Its strings all were quaking, The lensmand's son making Spring up and say "Ho!" "Stay!" called out Ola, And tripped him up lightly; The girls laughed out brightly, The lensmand lay low.
Unfortunately, his daughter Barbro had fallen out with the Lensmand's wife last autumn, about a trifling matter, a mere nothing indeed, to tell the truth, a flea; and Brede himself is somewhat in disfavour there since.
That little, dainty piece of paper, and the swift, delicate characters. Her hands had held it, her eyes had looked on it, her breath had touched it. And then at the end a dash. Which might have a world of meaning. I came home, handed in the Lensmand's post, and went out into the wood. I was dreaming all the time.
"Not that it's any business of mine, of course, but...." But now some men at the Lensmand's table are putting their heads together; there is a representative from the Bank, the storekeeper has sent his assistant; there is something the matter; the creditors are not satisfied.
"I took the picture along and showed it to the Lensmand's lady," said Brede. "She didn't know her again." "Is she going to stay in Bergen?" said Isak suspiciously. "Why, unless she goes on to Christiania, perhaps," said Brede. "What's there for her to do here? She's got a new place now, as housekeeper, for two young clerks. They've no wives nor womenfolk of their own, and they pay her well."
But Brede counts it no great loss, after all; there are other families that find work for him now on purpose to annoy the Lensmand's; he is frequently called upon, for instance, to drive for the doctor, and as for the parsonage, they'd gladly send for Brede every time there's a pig to be killed, and more Brede says so himself.
Brede is unprepared, but answers: "Three o'clock? Yes, yes, quite right. We sat up late, there was something we had to talk about," says Brede. The Lensmand's lady then solemnly declares that Barbro shall go out no more at nights. "No, no," says Brede. "Not as long as she's in this house." "No, no; there, you can see, Barbro, I told you so," says her father.
Axel had been summoned for examination; 'twas a big affair the Lensmand had gone with him so big indeed that the Lensmand's lady, who had just had another child, had left the baby and was gone in to town with her husband. She had promised to put in a word to the jury herself.
Axel looks at her and is slow to think, and sits there in his underclothes, looking at her. "So 'tis you," says he. "And where'll you be going?" "Why, depends first of all if you've need of help to the summer work," says she. Axel thinks over that, and says: "Aren't you going to stay where you were, then?" "Nay; I've finished at the Lensmand's."
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