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And he thought that he was now a poor man and that the greater part of the burden of the security would fall now on old Lorentz D. Uthoug. Clearly, Fate has other business on hand than making things easy for you, Peer. You must fight your fight out single-handed. One evening in the late autumn Merle was sitting at home waiting for her husband.
"I'll be sure to write," she cried out to no one in particular, as she went back over the courtyard again. The train moved out of the station, taking with it Uthoug junior and Louise, each waving from one of the windows of the compartment. And Peer and Merle were left on the platform, holding their two youngest children by the hand.
It was so long since she had seen any of her people, that she forgot her dignity and in a moment had her arms round her brother's neck, hugging him. No, certainly Uthoug junior had not come with lamentations and condolences.
"Just come across from Manchester beastly voyage. Thanks, thanks I'll find a seat." He sat down, and flung one striped trouser-leg over the other. Peer sent for some wine, and in half an hour the two were firm allies. Uthoug junior's life-story to date was quickly told.
He was evidently a diligent reader of the newspapers, and Peer gathered that he was a Radical, and a man of some weight in his party. And he looked as if there was plenty of fire smouldering under his reddish eyelids: "A bad man to fall out with," thought Peer. They sat down to supper, and Peer noticed that Fru Uthoug grew less pale and anxious as her daughter laughed and joked and chattered.
A sudden flush came to the girl's face, and she shook her head. "It's foolish of me to sit here and tell you all this. But you see that was why we wanted so much to find out about you when you came. And it gives me a sort of feeling of our having known each other a long time." "You appear to have a very constant flow of high spirits, Froken Uthoug!" "I? Why do you think ? Oh, well, yes.
Yet for all this, Lorentz Uthoug was not altogether content. True, he was head and shoulders above all the Ringeby folks, but what he really wanted was to be the biggest man in a place a hundred times as large.
Most of the people stood on the steps and in the entrance-hall. And now and again they would catch a glimpse of a pale woman, dressed in black, with thick dark eyebrows, crossing the courtyard to a servant's house or a storehouse to give some order for moving the things. It was Merle, now mistress here no longer. Old Lorentz D. Uthoug met his sister, the mighty lady of Bruseth, on the steps.
He has soon learned that a merchant named Uthoug, from Ringeby, is living in the house on the island, with his wife and daughter. And what of it? Often he would lie in his boat, smoking his pipe, and giving himself up to quiet dreams that came and passed.
As luck would have it, he managed to cut himself a little, and the two girls tumbled over each other to tie up the wound. It ended, of course, with their asking him to join their coffee-party. "My name is Merle Uthoug," said the dark one, with a curtsy. "Oh, then, it's your father who has the place on the island in the lake?" "My name's only Mork Thea Mork.
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