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Updated: May 15, 2025
"Because the Prokuratør Steindal has written my man to say so," said the bailiff's wife, "and we have expected it all along." "If that be the case, Herr Pastor, you might have allowed me to catch a pike for lunch," said Hardy; "for the boys did not." "But have you bought Rosendal, Herr Hardy?" asked Frøken Helga. "I did so when in Copenhagen," said Hardy. "Is there any reason why I should not?"
"I have not possession yet, and shall not have until after I leave Denmark this summer, and I could do nothing now; but my intention is to consult a professional English landscape gardener, with the view of increasing the attraction of Rosendal. He would do nothing that would appear inconsistent with the natural beauty of the place."
"I have heard much of the English taste in this respect," said the Pastor. "I should like to see an English residence, in contrast to our dear Rosendal." "That you can judge of by some photographs of Hardy Place, my residence in England," said Hardy. "I will fetch them." He shortly after appeared with a set of four photographs, and a strong reading-glass.
"He is at Copenhagen, at a school for a time," replied the Pastor. "He will be home in the summer for a holiday." "What about Rosendal?" asked Hardy. "It is much improved; in a month or six weeks it will be lovely," answered the Pastor. "The plan was excellent that you adopted, and, as you have been written, it has been executed well." When Mrs.
Hardy had evidently been waiting some time for the sound of wheels on the carriage drive, and as her son alighted, she received him with warm natural affection. "John, my own boy, I am so glad to see you again," she said; "you have been too long away from your mother." "You will have me all to yourself until next May, mother, and then you will have me with you at Rosendal," said her son.
Hardy," replied Helga, earnestly. John Hardy came in to wish them "Good night," before he left for Rosendal. "I shall drive over in the morning to see if you wish to go to Rosendal, mother," he said. "Certainly I do, John," replied his mother, "But I have a message for you;" and she whispered, "I like her already, John; she is perfectly good and true."
"No, Herr Pastor; we must have Frøken Helga's opinion first. She it is that has so blamed the obstinacy of my conduct in thinking that Rosendal can be improved. Let her speak; but, first, Macdonald has more to say." Macdonald suggested several other changes, which, although small in themselves, yet in the aggregate made considerable alteration.
It is only two English miles from here, and my daughter Helga's only enthusiasm is Rosendal. She will go with you, with Karl and Axel. Is the walk too far?" "No, certainly not," said Hardy; "do we go before breakfast or after?" "Helga, order breakfast earlier," said the Pastor. "Yes, father," said Frøken Helga; "but is it necessary for me to go to Rosendal, the boys can show Herr Hardy the way?"
But do light your cigar, and hear a suggestion I have to make for to-morrow. There is an old Danish place near here, called Rosendal. Its special beauty is the idyllic landscape of beech trees, a lake, and a valley where they grow such roses as will resist our Danish climate. The house is an old house, but has been restored by successive owners. The place is visited by people far and near.
There is the usual notice of the sale in the Jyllands Post, and from the letter from Steindal, it must be true." "I have no doubt of its truth," said Hardy. "I would only suggest that we at once went to fish for the pike at Rosendal lake; my servant can bring the carriage, and I can ride my English horse, so that Frøken Helga can enjoy another visit to Rosendal."
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