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Yes, far more beautiful than a town." "I was not speaking of the country but of the houses," said Kajsa, "they are only peasants' cabins are they not, uncle?" "In these peasants' cabins, your father and grandfather as well as myself were born, my child," answered the doctor, gravely. Kajsa blushed and remained silent. "They are only wooden houses, but they answer as well as any," said Erik.
He only desired, first, to pass his examination as a captain, but this sufficed to show that he had not renounced his project of traveling. Besides, he had another trouble which lay heavy at his heart, and for which he saw no other remedy but absence. He desired to do this because of the aversion of Kajsa, the doctor's niece.
But Kajsa could not make up her mind calmly to see this "intruder," as she called Erik, take his place in the doctor's home, be treated as an adopted son, and become a favorite of her uncle and his friends. The scholastic success of Erik, his goodness and his gentleness, far from making him pleasing in her eyes, were only new motives of jealousy.
"Ah, have they usually eyes and hair as brown as yours at Noroe?" "No, sir; my brother and sister, and all the others, are blondes like Miss Kajsa. But they are not dressed like her," he added, laughing; "therefore they do not look much like her." "No; I have no doubt of it," said Mr. Bredejord. "Miss Kajsa is a product of civilization.
"I am too much obliged to you, dear doctor, for having brought me. But you asked me what I thought of Stockholm, and I had to answer." "Noroe must be a frightful little hole," said Kajsa. "A frightful little hole!" repeated Erik, indignantly. "Those who say that must be without eyes.
"Because we are in the quarter where the nobility live," said Kajsa, piqued by his criticisms. "When you pass the bridges the streets are broader." "I saw that as we rode along; but the best of them are not as wide as that which borders the fiord of Noroe," answered Erik. "Ah, ah!" said the doctor, "are you home-sick already?" "No," answered Erik, resolutely.
The doctor seated himself in a corner by the fire, in a large leather arm-chair, Kajsa took her place at his feet upon a footstool, whilst Erik, intimidated and ill at ease, approached one of the windows, and would have gladly hidden himself in its deep embrasure. But the doctor did not leave him alone long.
Kajsa had hardly left him alone with his two friends when he confessed to them, as he had confessed in his letter to Mr. Hersebom, that his investigations had been without result. Nothing had occurred to throw any light on the mystery which surrounded Erik's origin, and the doctor in all sincerity declared that the problem was thought by him to be insolvable.
He asked about their fishing adventures, and all the details of their daily life. Then on his part, he satisfied the curiosity of his family, by giving an account of his mode of life in Stockholm; he told them about Dame Greta, about Kajsa, and the doctor. "That reminds me that I have a letter for you, father," he said, drawing it out of the inside pocket of his vest.
She hardly deigned to cast a glance at Erik, who stood modestly aside. The doctor returned her caresses, and shook hands with his housekeeper, then he made a sign for Erik to advance. "Kajsa, and Dame Greta, I ask your friendship for Erik Hersebom, whom I have brought from Norway with me!" he said, "and you, my boy, do not be afraid," he said kindly.
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