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Updated: June 5, 2025
"You have already confessed," said the advocate to old Hanne, when they had propped up the poor wreck of skin and bone, "and you do now confess that this maid and yourself have ofttimes had converse with the Enemy of Souls?"
He had taken the pawnticket from his pocket and held it out to Pelle, deeply offended. Pelle fingered his collar nervously; he was quite beside himself with rage. But what was the use? And now Hanne and her mother had come out over yonder. Hanne was wearing a yellow straw hat with broad ribbons. She looked bewitching; the old lady had the lunch-basket on her arm.
Then I went and hid it in a little blind window of the tower opposite the foot of the ladder which led to my father's room. For, because of my father's anger, I dared not destroy the badge of shame altogether, as both Helene and I wished to do. Old Hanne followed her about with eyes at once wistful and doubtful. Sometimes she shook her head sadly.
Hanne lay on her back and gazed up at the sky. "You leave that old staring of yours alone," said the mother. "It does you no good." "I'm only playing at 'Glory'; it's such a height here," said Hanne. "But at home in the 'Ark' you see more. Here it's too light." "Yes, God knows, one does see more a sewer and two privies. A good thing it's so dark there.
Hanne ran down the steps and across the yard and out into the street. The ground was hard and ringing in the frost, the cold was angry and biting, but the road seemed to burn Hanne through her thin shoes. She ran through the market, across the bridge, and into the less crowded quarter of the city-right into Pelle's arms. He was just going to see Father Lasse.
She had aged; she was always sitting at home and scolding the child; when Pelle visited her he brought a breath of fresh air into her joyless existence. Then she recalled the excursion to the forest, and the cozy evenings under the hanging lantern, and sighed. Hanne never looked at Pelle.
All right enough, no doubt; but what I do say is that it don't lead to nothink. Whereas " "Whereas Mr. Rowley's?" I put in. "My Viscount?" said he. "Well, sir, I did say it; and now that I've seen you, I say it again!" I could not refrain from smiling at this outburst, and the rascal caught me in the mirror and smiled to me again. "I'd say it again, Mr. Hanne," he said.
As they went down the steps, Hanne started; and her hand fell limply from his. The stranger came quickly up to her. He held out his hand to Hanne, quietly and as a matter of course, as though he had known her for years. Pelle, apparently, he did not see. "Will you come somewhere with me where we can hear music, for example?" he asked, and he continued to hold her hand.
I know no woman in the city save our old house-keeper Hanne, and the Little Playmate." The Lady Ysolinde looked up quickly. "Ah, the Little Playmate!" she said, in a low voice, curiously distinct from that which she used when she had interpreted her visions to me. "The Little Playmate! That sounds as though it might be interesting. Who is the Little Playmate?"
Out there lies a great ship I can see it from the window. It's full of wonderful things, Pelle." "You are crazy!" said Pelle scornfully. "That's a bark bound for the coal quay. She comes from England with coals." "That may well be," replied Hanne indifferently. "I don't mind that.
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