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Off with his black coat and clap on a red, and let the corporal teach him. He is a learned fellow, but, doubtless, stupid at drill." "That last," said Hardy, "is a reference to Holberg's play of 'Erasmus Montanus." "Yes," said Pastor Lindal; "and it amused the country. But they got hold of another idea, and tore it to shreds: they said if the flock goes to war, the shepherd should not be absent.
"But why have you not said a word to us?" asked Pastor Lindal. "Because it was so uncertain, and because I wished, as a surprise to you, to say that any enjoyment of Rosendal stands at your disposition and your family's," replied Hardy. They all looked at Hardy, but there was no doubt of the sincerity of his meaning. "And may we come here and catch the pike?" asked Karl, with some anxiety.
"It lies so near the surface that it is not seen, when deeper causes are looked for and ascribed as producing results they are far from effecting." "Your criticism is hard on the English country parishes," said Hardy; "if you were here longer, you might alter the decisive character of your opinion." "It is possible, but the contrast strikes me," said Pastor Lindal. "I speak as I see."
I know you will say that this has nothing to do with Frøken Helga Lindal, his daughter, and you want to hear of her. All I can say is, that her character is what would attract you. She does her duty in the Pastor's household with simple exactness; she assists in visiting the parish, and is of material use to her father in this respect.
I will give Karl Lindal some English to read, as he must lose no time in acquiring the language." Karl Lindal felt awkward and uneasy at dinner. The novelty of everything so occupied him that he was the more gauche in manner. This Mrs. Hardy observed, and said little to him. It was best the lad should be left to get over the change that had impressed him.
As they came in, Hardy gave a very necessary order to his servant, Robert Garth, namely, to get the horses' feet well washed, as the roads are so sandy. The dinner was well served, and much praised by Pastor Lindal, who of course had a legend to relate, of Holger Danske, whose sword was buried with him near Horsens.
John Hardy could now in the full light of a day in May consider Pastor Lindal; his age was apparently over fifty, his features were clear cut and handsome, his eyes blue, and his hair had been a light-brown. There was an impression of probity about him that struck Hardy forcibly. His manner was a trifle awkward to Hardy's notion, but it was kindly. His daughter Helga was like her father.
Hardy looked as if a fresh field of thought was opened to her, and her son observed his mother's look of surprise. "I have been often astonished," he said, "to hear from Pastor Lindal and Helga a similar cast of thought that has given me something to think of for long after. I think it is the outcome of a natural singleness of thought we do not often meet."
A few days after, John Hardy and his mother and Helga Lindal called at the Jensens'. John frankly told them the story of his engagement, and, as he was going to be married in Denmark, asked the two Frøken Jensens if they would be bridesmaids. Helga wished it. Mathilde Jensen reminded Hardy that she had said he bought Rosendal because he wanted to marry Helga Lindal.
The next day, as soon as signs of the tobacco parliament were apparent by Frøken Helga filling and lighting her father's pipe, Karl and Axel, who had been interested in listening to the conversation on traditions the previous evening, besought Hardy to lead Pastor Lindal to the same subject.
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