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The professor was habitually cool, and the lawyer severely skeptical. "You are right," the first would say gravely, in answer to the most severe reproaches. "My dear Schwaryencrona, you know very well you are only losing your time lecturing me," Mr. Bredejord would say, laughing. "All my life I have made the greatest blunders whenever I play whist, and the worst of it is, I do not improve."
He also had read this great piece of news, and had taken the train for home without losing a moment. But it was a singular fact that he was not joyful, but rather disturbed by this new intelligence. "Do you know what I am afraid of?" said he to the doctor and Mr. Bredejord.
And immediately she added: "It was a crime that deprived me of you, but your own goodness which has restored you to me!" "And the rascality of Noah Jones has resulted in making our Erik one of the richest men in America," cried Mr. Bredejord. Every one looked at him with surprise. "Doubtless," answered the eminent lawyer.
Bredejord. "But it is something to know that he is alive, and the part of the world where he can be found. And, besides, who can tell what the future may have in store? He may even return to Stockholm in the 'Vega, and explain all that we wish to find out. If he does not do this, perhaps we may, sooner or later, find an opportunity to communicate with him.
"Ah, is that what you find in my letter?" said Mr. Bredejord, more vexed than he was willing to appear to be. "Then without doubt you persist in believing that you have not lost your Pliny?" "Assuredly!" "Perhaps you think you have a right to my Quintilian?" "I hope in any case to be able to prove my right, thanks to your discovery, if you will only give me time by renewing the bet."
Bredejord was occupied in reading with great interest the details of the voyage, given in four columns, when his eyes fell upon a paragraph which almost upset him. He re-read it attentively, and then read it again; then he arose, and seizing his hat and coat, he rushed to the house of Dr. Schwaryencrona.
Who were his parents? Were they still alive? Had he in some foreign country brothers and sisters whom he would never know? Christmas had also been in Dr. Schwaryencrona's house in Stockholm a season of great festivity. It was at this time, as the reader doubtless remembers, that they had agreed to decide the bet between him and Mr. Bredejord, and that Professor Hochstedt was to be the umpire.
And all vessels have some port or other for their destination, and it is only there that we can hope to find this man. What do you think, Hochstedt?" "Your reasoning seems to be just, although not altogether indisputable," answered the professor, with his customary prudence. "Admit that it is right," continued Mr. Bredejord.
Bredejord, when the doctor had finished reading the letter. "It is a document of some value, I think. Do you agree with me?" "I quite agree with you," answered the doctor. "How did you procure it?" "In the simplest way in the world.
She had insisted that Dame Katrina, and Vanda, Mr. Hersebom, and Otto should accompany Doctor Schwaryencrona, Kajsa, Mr. Bredejord, and Mr. Malarius, and they held a great festival together. Amidst the rugged natural scenery of Breton and near the sea, her Norwegian guests felt more at their ease than they could have done in Varennes Street.
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