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Updated: May 24, 2025
When he sat thus, pondering over and fingering some perfectly familiar object, people used to say, "Now Bjerregrav's questioning fit is coming on!" For Bjerregrav was an inquirer; he would ask questions about the wind and the weather, and even the food that he ate.
"So he goes about asking questions about everything, things such as every child knows about," said Jeppe, in a superior tone. "Bjerregrav has never rubbed off his childish innocence." Yet as he was going home, and Pelle was helping him over the gutter, he was still in his mood of everlasting wonder. "What star is that?" he said; "it has quite a different light to the others.
The big baker made an involuntary movement; he did not like being unexpectedly reminded of death. "You, Bjerregrav, you ought to be a hearse-driver; then at least you wouldn't work to no purpose!" "It isn't to no purpose when they are dead," stammered Bjerregrav. "I am not so poor that I need much, and there is no one who stands near to me.
"Or do you know of anything else that tears everything down and washes it away? And from the sea we get everything back again. Once when I went to Malaga " "Yes, that really is true," said Bjerregrav, "for most people get their living from the sea, and many their death. And the rich people we have get all their money from the sea." Jeppe drew himself up proudly and his glasses began to glitter.
He always looked ready to fall upon Bjerregrav tooth and nail if the conversation turned on Anker's misfortune. "Dampe!" said Jeppe scornfully, "he has turned both your heads!" "That's a lie!" stammered Bjerregrav. "Anker went wrong later than that after King Frederick granted us liberty. And it's only that I'm not very capable; I have my wits, thank God!"
"Yes, yes," he said, in a low voice; "everybody thinks something new in order to make himself remarkable, but no one can alter the grave." Master Andres wriggled impatiently to and fro; he could change his mood like a woman. Bjerregrav's presence began to distress him. "Now, I've learned to conjure up spirits; will Bjerregrav make the experiment?" he said suddenly.
"God be thanked that we came into the world on this island here," he said, in a low voice. "Here only ordinary things happen, however wrongheaded they may be." "What puzzles me is where she got all that money!" said the baker. "She's borrowed it, of course," said Bjerregrav, in a tone of voice that made it clear that he wanted to terminate the conversation.
No, and there were no men about while the tailor was being made. A woman stood in a draught at the front door, and there she brought forth the tailor." The baker could not stop himself when once he began to quiz anybody; now that Soren was married, he had recovered all his good spirits. Bjerregrav could not beat this. "You can say what you like about tailors," he succeeded in saying at last.
They heard him going from house to house, all along the street. Bjerregrav dead!
And if the young master was in a good temper they would stay. He was the fire and soul of the party, as old Bjerregrav said; he could, thanks to his reading, give explanations of so many things. When Pelle lifted his eyes from his work he was blind.
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