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"Monsieur is a philosopher!" said Duprez, with a good-humored gesture; "I would not presume to contradict him." "You see, my lad," went on Gueldmar more gently, "there is much in our ancient Norwegian history that is forgotten or ignored by students of to-day.
The scornful words of the proud old Olaf Gueldmar rankled in his mind and stung him. "An idle trifler with time an aimless wanderer!" Bitter, but, after all, true! He looked back on his life with a feeling kin to contempt. What had he done that was at all worth doing?
She turned her pitying eyes down upon him, startled by the vibrating melancholy of his tone. "Thou wilt die, Sigurd," answered Gueldmar gently, "when the gods please, not one second sooner or later. Art thou eager to see Valhalla?" Sigurd nodded dreamily. "They will understand me there!" he murmured. "And I shall grow straight and strong and brave!
And later on, when old Gueldmar slumbered soundly, and the golden mid-night sunshine lit up every nook and gable of the farmhouse with its lustrous glory, making Thelma's closed lattice sparkle like a carven jewel, a desolate figure lay prone on the grass beneath her window, with meagre pale face, and wide-open wild blue eyes upturned to the fiery brilliancy of the heavens.
Without another second's hesitation Errington rushed back to the hut and awoke, with clamorous alarm, the rest of the party. His brief explanation sufficed they all hurried forth in startled excitement. Sigurd still occupied his hazardous position, and as they looked at him he seemed to dance wildly nearer the extreme edge of the rocky platform. Old Gueldmar turned pale.
At any rate, it isn't his fault if he does not. Because you see " Lorimer hesitated and turned to Errington. "You tell him, Phil! you know all about it." "The fact is," said Errington, while Gueldmar gazed from one to the other in speechless amazement, "Thelma hasn't told you because she knew how angry you'd be but Dyceworthy asked her to marry him.
This Mademoiselle Gueldmar, as he called her, was by no means stupid she was not a mere moving statue of lovely flesh and perfect color whose outward beauty was her only recommendation, she was, on the contrary, of a most superior intelligence, she had read much and thought more, and the dignified elegance of her manner, and bearing would have done honor to a queen.
But Gueldmar had only just returned to the Altenfjord after nearly a year's absence, and his hands were too full of work for him to accept his son-in-law's invitation.
'She is dead! Satisfactory so far, yet not quite; for, Madame being dead, then what has become of the corpse of Madame? It was never seen, no coffin was ever ordered, and apparently it was never buried! Bien! What follows? The good people of Bosekop draw the only conclusion possible Monsieur Gueldmar, who is said to have a terrific temper, killed Madame and made away with her body. Voila!"
Besides, I should be happy if I have regrets, if I feel the tooth of sorrow biting at my heart 'tis naught but selfishness. 'Tis my own dread of parting with her" his voice trembled, and his fine face quivered with suppressed emotion. Errington pressed his arm. "Our house shall be yours, sir!" he said eagerly. "Why not leave this place and come with us?" Gueldmar shook his head.
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