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That evening Barbro seems not to care for her food, but goes about, all the same, busy with this and that goes to the cowshed at milking-time, only stepping a thought more carefully over the door-sill. She went to bed in the hayshed as usual. Axel went in twice to look at her, and she was sleeping soundly. She had a good night.
That wouldn't matter quite the reverse, indeed. But Barbro was up, sitting in the hut. She looked now as if she had suddenly lost all idea of being nice to him and making love Eleseus fancied Axel had perhaps got hold of her and warned her. "Here's the letter I promised you," he said. "Thank you," said she, and opened it, and read it through without seeming much moved.
The warning gravity of the advocate for the Crown, the emotional eloquence of the advocate for the defence. The court sat listening to what appeared to be its duty in regard to the case of a girl named Barbro, and the death of her child. For all that, it was no light matter after all to decide.
But seeing her all submissive and gentle, Axel himself could not be altogether heartless towards her; he agreed that Barbro might have some reason to be angry with him in return for the way he had taken the telegraph business from her father. "But as for that," said he, "your father can have the telegraph business again for me; I'll have no more of it, 'tis but a waste of time."
Then her mistress called her up and said: "Really, Barbro, you ought not to be going on like that among the men now. Remember what you've just been through, and what you've come from." "I was only talking to him a minute," said Barbro. "I could hear he was from Bergen." Axel did not speak to her. He noticed that she was pale and clear-skinned now, and her teeth were better.
Barbro had come back to act as housekeeper for this unmarried man in an outlying district. And here her trouble began. She found herself with child by this man. The learned counsel for the prosecution had already referred in the most delicate and considerate manner, be it said to the question of concealment of birth. Had Barbro attempted to conceal her condition; had she denied being with child?
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.
I've always thought well of you, and I don't mind saying so." "Ay," said Axel, no more. But he was pleased and touched at her words. "Yes, I mean it," said Fru Heyerdahl. "But I was obliged to try and shift the blame a little your way, otherwise Barbro would have been convicted, and you too. It was all for the best, indeed it was." "I thank you kindly," said Axel.
A whole week of excitement, all the trouble it had cost him to write, but here it was at last; he had managed to produce a letter: "To Fröken Barbro Bredesen. It is two or three times now I have had the inexpressible delight of seeing you again...." Coming so late as he did now, Barbro must at any rate have finished seeing to the animals, and might perhaps have gone to bed already.
"I heard a some one calling last night," says she. "She's out of her senses," says Axel, whispering. "Nay, out of my senses that I'm not. Like some one calling it was. From the woods, or maybe from the stream up yonder. Strange to hear as it might be a bit of a child crying out. Was that Barbro went out?" "Ay," says Axel. "Sick of your nonsense, and no wonder."
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