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Updated: July 6, 2025
"You, that have worked your will on any and all as it pleased you robbed your betters of all they had and cared for 'twill do you good, maybe, to know that.... Do you think you're taking an innocent girl for your bride?" The man stood watching the effect of his words. He saw Olof's face darken, his nostrils expand and quiver.
Get along, and that quick off with you!" The panel closed with a slam. The blood rushed to Olof's cheeks; for a moment he felt like breaking down the door and flinging it into the street he would gladly have pulled the house down in his fury. Wondering faces appeared here and there at the windows.
And he looks at her with such irresistible friendliness as he speaks, that she cannot but smile and the girl looking on smiles too. "Olof's my name and no stranger, if you please." After that he seemed to be thinking for a moment, then suddenly he asks, "Are you fond of flowers, Pansy?" "Yes, indeed. And I've two of my own a fuchsia and a balsamine," answers the girl. "Red flowers both!
"Or perhaps you have seen so many others since rowans and berries and flowers that you can't, remember one from another?" Olof's hand trembles, and his face turns white as the sleeves of his shirt. The woman laughs again boldly, and flings herself on the sofa in a careless pose. "Well, here we are again staring at each other what? Didn't use to stare that way, did we? What do you say?"
And it was of this he was thinking now with thoughts heavy as sighs. "Life is so and what is done cannot be undone there is no escape...." Those were Olof's words all that he found to say to her in return. "Escape? No!
And your wives shall I tell you what they are to you what they know they are? The same as we others, no more ... your...." A dark flush rose to Olof's cheeks, and he broke in violently: "You ... you...." "Oh yes, I'm coarse and vulgar and all the rest of it, yes, I know. But what about you men? You're worse than all! Marriage it's all very well for the children.
The girl gave one glance round, turned vaguely with an instinct of defence; next moment she felt Olof's two hands grasping her waist. "You gazelle!" he shouted triumphantly. But the pace was too hot for a sudden stop; they lost their balance, and came down together, breast to breast and eye to eye, rolling over on the slope. It was all like a dream to Olof he hardly knew what had happened.
"That's the loveliest thing you've ever said in all your life," said he solemnly. "We won't talk any more now, only be together...." Spring was near; it was open war between the sun and the cold. The snowdrifts had begun to disappear. Strange dreams were at work in Olof's mind. "She loves me warmly and truly," he told himself.
She raised her hands without a tremor, slipped the fastenings of her blouse, and almost before they could realise what she was doing, she stood bare-armed, bare-throated before them. The smile faded from the old man's lips. Olof's heart beat with a wild delight he felt an impulse to take the girl in his arms and carry her off.
I have come to ask for what is mine by right and I would do the same if she were a star in the skies of heaven!" The old man was leaning forward with clenched fists; without a word he rushed towards the door. Olof's mind was made up on the instant he would take the man by the arms and set him down and bid him talk over matters quietly and decently, as became his age. He stepped forward resolutely.
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