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"By the sword of Odin!" cried the bonde, "the woman must be mad! my answer? The girl has spoken for herself, and plainly enough too! Art thou deaf, Lovisa Elsland? or are thy wits astray?" "My hearing is very good," replied Lovisa calmly, "and my mind, Olaf Gueldmar, is as clear as yours.
"I do," returned Lorimer decidedly. "Love is electricity. Two telegrams are enough to settle the business, one from the eyes of the man, the other from those of the woman. You and Miss Gueldmar must have exchanged a dozen such messages at least." "And you?" inquired Errington persistently. "You had the same chance as myself." George shrugged his shoulders.
"Good gracious!" exclaimed Lorimer, with a broad smile. "You alarm me, Miss Gueldmar! I had no idea you were a 'bad, fierce' person, I shall get afraid of you I shall, really!" "Ah, you laugh!" and she spoke half-reproachfully. "You will not be serious for one little moment!" "Yes I will! Now look at me," and he assumed a solemn expression, and drew himself up with an air of dignity.
He saw at once that the old farmer was not a man to be trifled with, and he raised his cap with a ready grace as he spoke. "Fact is," he said frankly, "we've no business here at all not the least in the world. We are perfectly aware of it! We are trespassers, and we know it. Pray don't be hard on us, Mr. Mr. Gueldmar!"
Absorbed in disappointed reflections, he scarcely heard the enthusiastic praises Lorimer was diplomatically bestowing on the bonde's wine. He hardly felt its mellow flavor on his own palate, though it was in truth delicious, and fit for the table of a monarch. Gueldmar noticed the young baronet's abstraction, and addressed him with genial kindness.
Thelma listened with a slight shadow of pain on her features. "Father is not a pagan," she declared, turning to Lorimer. "How can one be pagan if one believes that there is good in everything, and that nothing happens except for the best?" "It sounds to me more Christian than pagan," averred Lorimer, with a smile. "But it's no use appealing to me on such matters, Miss Gueldmar.
Well, I happen to know a good many people in that part of the world and I have some influence there, too. Now, understand me I'll have you hounded out of the place! You shall find it too hot to hold you that I swear! Remember! I'm a man of my word! And if you dare to mention the name of Miss Gueldmar disrespectfully, I'll thrash you within an inch of your life!" Mr.
"Women must know nothing about such things." "By Jove!" and Lorimer looked profoundly astonished. "Why, Miss Gueldmar, women are going in for everything nowadays! Hunting, shooting, bull-fighting, duelling, horse-whipping, lecturing, heaven knows what! They stop at nothing salmon-spearing is a mere trifle in the list of modern feminine accomplishments." Thelma smiled down upon him benignly.
Why, the man can't eat a mutton-chop without there being a paragraph in the papers headed, 'Diet of the Prince of Wales. His life is made an infinite bore to him, I'm positive!" Gueldmar looked thoughtful. "I know little about kings or princes," he said, "but it seems to me, from what I do know, that they have but small power. They are mere puppets.
To-morrow we shall meet again for the salmon-spearing, I warrant I shall be able to make the time pass quickly for you! How long do you think of staying here?" "As long as possible!" answered Errington absently, his eyes wandering to Thelma, who was just then shaking hands with his friends and bidding them farewell. Gueldmar laughed and clapped him on the shoulder.
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