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"Have you read the correspondence of the 'Vega'?" he cried, as he rushed like a hurricane into the dining-room where the doctor and Kajsa were taking their breakfast. "I have just commenced it," replied the doctor, "and was intending to finish reading it after breakfast, while I smoked my pipe." "Then you have not seen!" exclaimed Mr. Bredejord, out of breath.
After which they had a little music: Kajsa, with a disdainful air, played a fashionable waltz; Vanda sung an old Scandinavian melody with a sweetness that surprised them all. The tea was served, and a large bowl of punch, which they drunk to the success of the expedition, followed. Erik noticed that Kajsa avoided touching his glass.
At the first stroke, the commander, Mr. Marsilas, had the anchor hoisted, and rang the bell to warn all visitors to leave the ship. "Adieu, Erik!" cried Vanda, throwing her arms around his neck. "Adieu, my son!" said Katrina, pressing the young lieutenant to her heart. "And you, Kajsa, have you nothing to say to me?" he asked, as he walked toward her as if to embrace her also.
"Dame Greta is not as severe as she looks, and you and my niece Kajsa, will soon be the best of friends, is it not so, little girl?" he added, pinching gently the cheek of the little fairy. Kajsa only responded by making a disdainful face. As for the housekeeper, she did not appear very enthusiastic over the new recruit thus presented to her notice.
He tried one day to reason with Kajsa, and to make her understand the injustice and cruelty of such a prejudice, but she would not even deign to listen to him. Then as they both grew older, the abyss which separated them seemed to widen. At eighteen Kajsa made her début in society.
In her heart Kajsa could not pardon the young man for being only a fisherman and a peasant. It seemed to her that he brought discredit upon the doctor's household and on herself, who, she liked to believe, occupied a very high position in the social scale. But it was worse when she learned that Erik was even less than a peasant, only a child that had been picked up.
She had insisted that Dame Katrina, and Vanda, Mr. Hersebom, and Otto should accompany Doctor Schwaryencrona, Kajsa, Mr. Bredejord, and Mr. Malarius, and they held a great festival together. Amidst the rugged natural scenery of Breton and near the sea, her Norwegian guests felt more at their ease than they could have done in Varennes Street.
Kajsa still remains single, with the knowledge that she has lost her opportunity. Dr. Schwaryencrona, Mr. Bredejord, and Professor Hochstedt still play innumerable games of whist. One evening the doctor, having played worse than usual, Mr. Bredejord, as he tapped his snuff-box, had the pleasure of recalling to his mind a circumstance which had too long been forgotten.
This geographical feat, which so promptly completed the great expedition of Nordenskiold, would soon make a prodigious commotion in the world. But the journals and reviews had not as yet had time to expatiate upon it. The uninitiated were hardly prepared to understand it, and one person, at least, reviewed it with suspicion this was Kajsa.
The door soon opened to admit a thin sprightly little man, who entered like a gust of wind, seized both the doctor's hands, kissed Kajsa on the forehead affectionately, greeted the professor, and cast a glance as keen as that of a mouse around the room. It was the Advocate Bredejord, one of the most illustrious lawyers of Stockholm. "Ha! Who is this?" said he, suddenly, as he beheld Erik.
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