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"If Ole Kamp had been here, he would not have hesitated to surrender his ticket to Sandgoist," replied Dame Hansen. "That is quite possible," replied Sylvius Hogg; "but certainly no other person had a right to do it, and what will you say to him if he has not perished and if he should return to-morrow, or this very day?" "Ole will never return," replied Dame Hansen, gloomily.
Neither of them had much to say about their mother, whose cold and preoccupied manner had not escaped Sylvius Hogg's notice, and from a feeling of prudence they hesitated to reveal to their guest the uneasiness excited by Ole Kamp's delay, for might they not impair his good humor by telling him their troubles?
Every one knew the prominent part he had taken in the whole affair, and how, after having been received by Dame Hansen's children, he had endeavored to repay the obligation, so the crowd instantly divided to make way for him, and there arose from every side a flattering murmur, which Sylvius acknowledged by a series of friendly bows, and this murmur soon changed into hearty applause.
The most passionate hatred appears in their words and countenances." And the courtier Sylvius added, "The hypocrites pretend that they have the authority of Caesar at heart, whereas the matter concerns only their own authority, which they believe endangered by this famous teacher of the people." Pilate answered, "I agree with you.
"What, you here, Mister Sylvius?" they would exclaim. "Yes, my friend." "You, who are generally supposed to be in the remotest depths of the Hardanger!" "People are mistaken, then. It was in the remotest depths of the Rjukanfos that I came very near staying." "Very well, we shall tell everybody that you are in Dal." "Yes, in Dal, with a game leg."
If he would but turn his head, we should see his crèves-coeur, the two delicate curled locks at the nape of his neck. The escutcheon below his portrait bears, very suitably, three loaded muskets rampant. Such was Sylvius, conquering but, alas! not to conquer. The youth of John Hopkins was passed in the best Irish society.
The professor was already upon his feet, and he was about to take the hat Joel handed him, when Hulda checked him by saying: "Monsieur Sylvius, do you still insist that I shall accompany you?" "To witness the drawing? Certainly I do, my dear girl." "But it will be a very painful ordeal for me." "I admit it, but Ole wished you to be present at the drawing, Hulda, and Ole's wishes must be obeyed."
One was generous to a fault, the other was miserly and parsimonious; one was genial and kind-hearted, in the arid soul of the other every noble and humane sentiment seemed to have withered and died. Sylvius Hogg was nearly sixty years of age, though he did not appear nearly so old.
It was undoubtedly due in some measure, at least, to the efforts of Sylvius Hogg; but he would not admit it, and always declared: "No, no; it is I who am still under obligations to Dame Hansen's children." As for the famous ticket, it was returned to Ole Kamp after the drawing; and now, in a neat wooden frame, it occupies the place of honor in the hall of the inn at Dal.
"Yes, and that is the route we are going to take, following the northern shore of Lake Fol instead of the southern, but finally reaching Kongsberg all the same." "Yes, quite as well, and even better," answered Joel smiling. "I must thank you in behalf of my brother, Monsieur Sylvius," said Hulda, archly.
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