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Updated: June 8, 2025
If Nikolai thought that she would give up and go bankrupt to be jeered at by everybody, when she only needed to go down and borrow that little of Ludvig, he was very much mistaken. Barbara was quite flushed. She would not let herself be ruined a second time for Nikolai's sake. It was quite enough that he had injured her welfare once before in this world.
She began to look around for something to slip over her shoulders, but it took her a few minutes because she was still quite shaken. Before she had found anything, Nikolai trudged into the yard. "Oh, there you are! You haven't done anything rash, have you?" Nikolai's features were still a little drawn as he replied: "No, I just took him over to see his son." "Has Solem got a son here?" I asked.
Nikolai's broad, pleased face followed the whole of the frying process with deeply interested attention. "That mackerel's the right sort of fellow for frying!" And then at last to take the pieces straight from the pan on to the bread! The evening breeze began to blow cool between the warm house walls. The three who sat there enjoying the mackerel, felt as if it were a festive night.
The young lion changed colour and retreated a step before the expression of violent hatred confronting him; but, recognising the old enemy of his school days, he curled his lip scornfully. That look made Nikolai rush upon him, and Veyergang, with a cry of "You cowardly ruffian!" returned the blow with his walking-stick right across Nikolai's face, so that the stick snapped. "Help! help! Police!"
Many a revel had been held there, and it was not once only that the cradle had been overturned in a fight, or that a drunken man had fallen full length across it. Nikolai's mother was called Barbara, and came from Heimdalhögden, somewhere far up in the country a genuine mountain lass, shining with health, red and white, strong and broad-shouldered, and with teeth like the foam in the milk pail.
And when you're old, they're the only happiness the last happiness. I shall have more; I shall have many of them, a whole row of them, like organ pipes, each taller than the last. They're lovely.... But I wish I hadn't lost my tooth; it leaves such a black gap. I really feel quite bad about it, on Nikolai's account. I suppose a false one could be put in, but I shouldn't dream of it.
It had a wooden bowl and a painted mug, bought from one of the peddling barges that go up and down the rivers selling chairs and crockery, just like the caravans that travel our English roads. And also, although it was so young, it had a little sacred picture, made of metal, a picture of St. Nikolai; because this was St. Nikolai's day, and the baby was called Nikolai.
As I could not see the drift of this question, I merely looked at her. "Weren't you at Nikolai's mother's house?" she persisted. "Yes." "What is she like?" "Are you interested in her?" "No, I don't suppose so. Oh dear!" she sighed wearily. "Come, come, you mustn't sound like that when you're newly engaged! What the country was like?
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