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Britta was already there with the luggage, she was excited and pleased her spirits had risen at the prospect of seeing her mistress soon again, possibly, she thought gladly, they might find her at Hull, they might not have to go to Norway at all.
They passed out into the hall, where Britta was in attendance with a long cloak of pale-blue plush lined with white fur, in which she tenderly enveloped her beloved "Froeken," her rosy face beaming with affectionate adoration as she glanced from the fair diamond-crowned head down to the point of a small pearl-embroidered shoe that peeped beneath the edge of the rich, sheeny white robe, and saw that nothing was lacking to the most perfect toilette that ever woman wore.
Men don't care much about their looks, one way or the other, unless they're young chaps then one has a little patience with them and they come all right." But Britta had become meditative again. She went slowly up into her mistress's room and began arranging the few trifles that had been left in disorder.
"He might call me, if only for a moment," Britta thought plaintively. "I do so want to look at her dear face again! But men are all alike as long as they've got what they want, they never think of anybody else. Dear me! I wonder how long I shall have to wait!"
He paused and went on softly, "When I married her, Britta, she was such a dear little girl, so bright and pretty! and I I fancied she was fond of me! Yes, I did, of course, I was foolish I've always been foolish, I think. And when when I saw her on that stage I felt as if some one had struck me a hard blow it seems as if I'd been stunned ever since.
I? Why, Britta is with me besides, I am never lonely now." She uttered the last word softly, with a shy, upward glance. "I have so much to think about " She paused and drew her hand away from her lover's close clasp. "Ah," she resumed, with a mischievous smile, "you are a conceited boy! You want to be missed! You wish me to say that I shall feel most miserable all the time you are away!
The little maid entered hurriedly at that moment, she came to ask with quivering lips, whether she might accompany Sir Philip in his intended journey to Norway. "For if you do not find the Froeken at Hull, you will want to reach the Altenfjord," said Britta, folding hands resolutely in front of her apron, "and you will not get on without me.
"Thou art the sweetest blessing of my heart, even as thy mother was before thee! Come, come! Raise thy pretty head here are these merry lads growing long-faced, and Britta is weeping enough salt water to fill a bucket!
At that moment a very rosy face and two sparkling eyes peered in at the door. "Yes, Britta!" Thelma smiled; "we are quite ready!" Whereupon the face disappeared, and Olaf Gueldmar led the way into the kitchen, which was at the same time the dining-room, and where a substantial supper was spread on the polished pine table.
Try if you can find it anywhere on sea or land! It has gone, and he has gone with it like a king and warrior to glory, joy, and victory! Glory joy victory! those were his last words!" Britta retreated, and caught Ulrika by the arm. "Is he mad?" she asked fearfully. Valdemar heard her, and rose from his chair, a pained smile on his face. "I am not mad, Britta," he said gently. "Do not be afraid!
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