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Cruel hand!" and he rolled his little eyes with an absurdly sentimental air of reproach. "It is shy it will not clasp the hand of its protector! Do not be afraid, Froeken! . . . I, Charles Dyceworthy, am not the man to trifle with your young affections! Let them rest where they have flown! I accept them!
"Will you leave any message for them when they return?" she asked. "No," said the minister dubiously. "Yet, stay; yes! I will! Tell the Froeken that I have found something which belongs to her, and that when she wishes to have it, I will myself bring it." Britta looked cross. "If it is hers you have no business to keep it," she said brusquely. "Why not leave it, whatever it is, with me?" Mr.
Froeken Thelma, I would never have believed it of you!" And he drew himself up with ponderous and sorrowful dignity. A burning blush had covered Thelma's face at the mention of Errington's name, but it soon faded, leaving her very pale. She changed her position so that she confronted Mr. Dyceworthy, her clear blue eyes regarded him steadfastly. "Is this what is said of me?" she asked calmly.
This with a contemptuous up-and-down sort of look at the Lutheran minister's portly form. "Sir Philip Errington was here with his friend yesterday evening and stayed a long time and today a fine boat with four oars came to fetch the master and Froeken Thelma, and they are all gone for a sail to the Kaa Fjord or some other place near here I cannot remember the name.
"Froeken Thelma!" said Britta at last, timidly. "Yes, Britta?" And her mistress looked up inquiringly. "Of what use is it for you to spin now?" queried the little handmaid. "You will be a great lady, and great ladies do not work at all!" Thelma's wheel revolved more and more slowly, till at last it stopped altogether. "Do they not?" she said half inquiringly and musingly.
Left alone, she sighed, and went slowly into the house to resume her spinning. Hearing the whirr of the wheel, the servant Britta entered. "You are not going in the boat, Froeken?" she asked in a tone of mingled deference and affection. Thelma looked up, smiled faintly, and shook her head in the negative. "It is late, Britta, and I am tired."
And I am SO glad!" went on Britta, clasping her plump hands in ecstasy. "They are the grandest, handsomest Herren I have ever seen, and one can tell they think wonders of the Froeken nothing is too good for her!" Mr. Dyceworthy's face was the picture of dismay. This was a new turn to the course of events, and one, more over, that he had never once contemplated. Britta watched him amusedly.
If I dared, I could tell you some strange things, dear Froeken but you will not hear me. You know you do not wish me to talk about your grand new friends, Froeken, but " she paused timidly. "Oh, Britta, dear!" said Thelma affectionately taking her hand. "You know they are not so much my friends as the friends of Sir Philip, and for this reason I must never listen to anything against them.
"Young woman," returned Mr. Dyceworthy with polite severity, "I regret to see that your manners stand in sore need of improvement. Your master's absence is of no importance to me. It is with the Froeken Thelma I desire to speak." Britta laughed and tossed her rough brown curls back from her forehead. Mischievous dimples came and went at the corners of her mouth indications of suppressed fun.
"It is a wicked plot!" she then exclaimed, panting with excitement "a wicked, wicked plot! This afternoon Mr. Dyceworthy's servant came and brought Sir Philip's card. It said that he had met with an accident and had been brought back to Bosekop, and that he wished the Froeken to come to him at once. Of course, the darling believed it all and she grew so pale, so pale!
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