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And foreman too! Confined as she was, and made to work through the long evenings, while her mother watched her like an eagle, Silla's only chance of indemnifying herself was up at the factory.
Barbara's opinion afterwards about Silla's behaviour her having all at once turned crimson, and rushed away at a few innocent words from such a well-meaning and handsome man as Ludvig Veyergang her son heard the same evening. A young girl ought to stand modestly, and not go on like that: if she did, it was a sure way of getting all that could be called man-folk at her heels.
He stood there with wild sorrow in his heart over Silla's death, and answered that if Veyergang had had seven lives, he would have taken them all. When questioned as to his parents, he at first declared that he had never known any; but when pressed further, he exclaimed, pointing at a large-boned woman who was sitting, crying on a bench: "Her name is Barbara.
It would not be closed and packed up before midnight, so she must stay down there these few nights. There was a buzzing and singing in Silla's ears; it was as if the door were opening to her of itself. She could go now if she liked. She was almost frightened. As she was taking some washing home in the afternoon, down the street, young Veyergang suddenly brushed close by her.
She tried to laugh and make light of it; but her face fell sadly. She could not bear this unpleasant subject, for she was obliged to tell lies, however angry he might be. And then she suddenly began to hurry. "No, no, we must go home, Nikolai. I daren't stand here any longer." Nikolai was starting off, but stopped suddenly at sight of Silla's dismayed countenance.
That was the feeling which filled him when, a little while after, he sprang right across the snowdrift to shorten the way, and knocked at Barbara's door. He must have some one to tell it to that Mrs. Holman had acquiesced in Silla's having in this way promised herself to him.
Holman when he asked for Silla's hand, were destroyed. The next day when he came into the smithy they all smiled and tittered. They knew he had been to Mrs. Ellingsen and had got his answer. But if they thought they could tease or frighten him into giving it up, they were very much mistaken.
Perhaps they delayed purposely; a little later in the evening when it was darker, and an undesirable sensation in the street would be avoided. Silla's face was stiff with crying. There was no one in the room but her and Nikolai. He stood by the counter, and she was sitting with her back to the window; there was no sound but the humming of a gnat in the half-darkness up under the curtain.
Two smacks have come in to-day, they say." Silla's face showed that this was a great piece of news. They were both natives of the town, and the arrival of the mackerel brought with it a number of pleasant recollections and pictures from the time when they lived in the square down by the wharves. She looked a little undecided. "What if I put on my shawl and went with you!" she exclaimed.
But if you are a little careful you can easily tell by the way they dance, or by their watch, or their shirt-collar, or because they chew such fine tobacco." "He looked at us, did you notice?" whispered Kristofa eagerly into Silla's ear. "Yes, because he knows me," said Silla, a little confused at his having fixed his eyes on her. There was a burst of laughter.
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