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Updated: May 20, 2025
"And the bride-maid has been chosen from among the sweetest maidens of the Telemark?" "And the fairest, Mister Sylvius," added Joel, "for it is Mademoiselle Siegfrid of Bamble."
Hulda's tears were her only reply, and Siegfrid pressed her friend fondly to her heart. Ah! what joy would have reigned in Farmer Helmboe's household if they could but have heard of the safe return of the absent one, and have felt that they really had a right to be happy. "So you are going direct to Christiania?" inquired the farmer. "Yes, Monsieur Helmboe."
But what does that matter so long as the tout ensemble is pleasing to the eye? Besides, if necessary, Siegfrid would not hesitate to go to the elegant stores of M. Benett, in Christiania, to make her purchases. Her father would not object far from it!
One day all three of them went up the valley of Vesfjorddal half-way to the falls of the Rjukan. The next day they went to Moel and Lake Tinn. Once they were even absent twenty-four hours. This time they prolonged their excursion to Bamble, where the professor made the acquaintance of Farmer Helmboe and his daughter Siegfrid.
Siegfrid, a pretty blonde of eighteen summers, was firmly resolved to appear to the best possible advantage on the occasion. Warned by a short note from her friend Hulda Joel had kindly made himself responsible for its safe delivery she immediately proceeded to devote her closest attention to this important work.
This time the professor opened the ball with the charming Siegfrid, and closed it with his dear Hulda; and he has never given any display of his proficiency in the terpsichorean art since that time. What happiness now reigned in this household which had been so cruelly tried!
It was eight o'clock in the evening when Sylvius Hogg and his protégées reached the latter village. They were not expected, but Farmer Helmboe received them none the less cordially on that account. Siegfrid tenderly embraced her friend, and the two young girls being left alone together for a few moments, they had an opportunity to discuss the subject that engrossed their every thought.
"I know another and even more agreeable route that prolongs the journey only a few hours, and you, too, are familiar with it, my boy, though you failed to mention it." "What route do you refer to?" "To the one that passes through Bamble." "Through Bamble?" "Yes, through Bamble. Don't feign ignorance. Yes, through Bamble, where Farmer Helmboe and his daughter Siegfrid reside." "Monsieur Sylvius!"
"And for yourself as well, for I am sure that you too will be glad to see your friend Siegfrid." The boat being ready, all three seated themselves upon a pile of leaves in the stern, and the vigorous strokes of the boatsmen soon carried the frail bark a long way from the shore.
Siegfrid, the pretty bride-maid, her father, Farmer Helmboe, Joel, her affianced husband, and even Dame Hansen, who was no longer haunted by a fear of Sandgoist. Perhaps the reader will ask whether all these friends and guests Messrs.
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