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And that is what you will do also, Froeken!" "Oh no, Britta," said Thelma decisively. "I could not be so idle. Is it not fortunate I have so much linen ready? I have quite enough for marriage." The little maid looked wistful. "Yes, dear Froeken," she murmured hesitatingly; "but I was thinking if it is right for you to wear what you have spun.
"Froeken! has anything vexed or grieved you today?" Thelma started nervously. "Vexed me grieved me?" she repeated. "No, Britta why do you ask?" "You look very tired, dear Froeken," continued Britta gently. "You are not as bright as you were when we first came to London." Thelma's lips quivered.
"Has he gone?" demanded Thelma eagerly. Britta's wonder increased. "Yes, Froeken!" Thelma caught her arm. "Tell Morris never, never to let him inside the house again never!" and her blue eyes flashed wrathfully. "He is a wicked man, Britta! You do not know how wicked he is!" "Oh yes, I do!" and Britta regarded her mistress very steadfastly. "I know quite well! But, then, I must not speak!
Britta smiled. "Yes, indeed, Froeken! We are better off here than there." "Perhaps!" replied Thelma a little musingly, and then she settled herself as though to sleep. Britta kissed her hand, and retired noiselessly. When she had gone, Thelma opened her eyes and lay broad awake looking at the flicker of rosy light flung on the ceiling from the little suspended lamp in her oratory.
He took the hand she held out, a fair, soft hand with a pink palm like an upcurled shell, and laid the little cross within it, and still retaining his hold of her, he stammeringly observed "Then we are friends, Froeken Thelma! . . . good friends, I hope?" She withdrew her fingers quickly from his hot, moist clasp, and her bright smile vanished. "I do not see that at all!" she replied frigidly.
Neville made as though he would speak, but a gesture from Sir Philip's hand restrained him. Britta went on rather dispiritedly, "Anyhow, Briggs has just told me that only yesterday Lady Winsleigh went all by herself to see this actress, and that she got some letter there which she brought to the Froeken " she recoiled suddenly with a little scream. "Oh, Sir Philip! where are you going?"
I never knew that till long after; for years the crime I had committed weighed upon my soul, I prayed and strove with the Lord for pardon, but always, always felt that for me there, was no forgiveness. Lovisa Elsland used to call me "murderess;" she was right I was one, or so I thought till till that day I met you, Froeken Thelma, on the hills with Sigurd, and the lad fought with me."
And she went straight away in her boat all by herself! Oh my dear my dear!" Britta gasped for breath, and Duprez soothingly placed an arm round her waist, an action which the little maiden seemed not to be aware of. She resumed her story "Then the Froeken had not been gone so very long, and I was watching for her in the garden, when a woman passed by a friend of my grandmother's.
You are talking such nonsense! Nobody dresses so grandly except queens in fairy-tales." "Do they not?" and the wise Britta looked more profound than ever. "Well, we shall see, dear Froeken we shall see!" "We?" queried Thelma with surprised emphasis. Her little maid blushed vividly, and looked down demurely, twisting and untwisting the string of her apron. "Yes, Froeken," she said in a low tone.
It was Britta whose merry eyes sparkled with pride and admiration when she saw her "Froeken" arrayed in gleaming silk or sweeping velvets, with the shine of rare jewels in her rippling hair, it was Britta who took care of all the dainty trifles that gradually accumulated on Thelma's dressing table, in fact, Britta had become a very important personage in her own opinion.
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