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"I can only say," rejoined the Pastor, "that the tradition is as related by me." "We shall soon be at Veile," said Hardy, turning round to Frøken Helga Lindal. She had heard that her father talked incessantly to Hardy, so was satisfied that all went well. "I wish it was double the distance away," she said; "I enjoy travelling like this so much!"
It cannot be as a speculation, as the price is excessive." "He intends to marry Helga Lindal and live there so that she will not be too far from her father, to whom she is so much attached," said Mathilde Jensen, laughing. "I can explain it all for him." "Thank you, for disposing of my affairs so nicely," said Hardy; "you have saved me a good deal of explanation."
Hardy went to Frøken Helga Lindal, and besought her to deliver him from Frøken Jaeger; but she declined, and said, "You have to dance with Frøken Jaeger; you have taken her in to dinner, and it is our custom." "Then," said Hardy, "let me have one dance with you, a waltz?" Helga gave him her list, and he wrote his name down for the first waltz possible.
"It may be so," said Pastor Lindal; "but in discussing these things we are apt, as in philology, to assume our own comparisons to be correct.
Hardy would not hear of her son's accompanying her to Esbjerg. She left with Sir Charles Lynton, for Horsens, to continue the journey the next day to Esbjerg, where the yacht had been sent to meet them. It was not until the middle of September that John Hardy and his wife, with Pastor Lindal, left Denmark by the overland route for Hardy Place.
Pastor Lindal assented, and John Hardy drove over as early as he thought advisable, and in returning to Rosendal insisted on Helga's driving and telling him everything that had occurred in his absence at sea. It was a pleasure to Mrs. Hardy to see their happy faces as they drove up at Rosendal. "Bless you, dear mother!" said John.
Kirstin, the elder of Pastor Karl Lindar's women servants, was about forty-five a large-framed woman with a hard face. She possessed, in common with the Jutland lower class, a shrewd sense, yet highly suspicious, but at the bottom strong good nature. She had been with Pastor Lindal more than twenty years, and her devotion to him and his was complete.
Pastor Lindal was tired when they reached the yacht, but revived with the tonic effect of a good dinner. They adjourned to the deck-house, and Hardy essayed to fill the porcelain pipe with Kanaster, but failed. The pipe was too hard pressed with tobacco and would not draw, and it was not John Hardy only who missed Helga. "Is there anything to relate about Nyborg, Herr Pastor?" asked Hardy.
"The devil I have always heard in Norway as taking the form of a black dog," said Hardy. "It is the same in our traditions," said Pastor Lindal. "An extraordinary belief was that a carriage at certain times and places would not move, and that the horses could not draw it.
Hardy, "but it differs from an English landscape; and it is only by seeing both that you can realize the contrast." "That is very possible," replied Pastor Lindal. "The same landscape painted by different artists would make each their impression; how much more, then, would nature, with influences we cannot understand, produce different effects?" Mrs.
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