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The one she cared about, and had a mother's feeling for, was this He did not know whether he had thought the name himself, or whether Jakobina had said it; but it rang in his ears like the stroke of a hammer on a shining anvil, as he rushed down: "Ludvig Veyergang!" He had robbed him of his mother from his earliest childhood. Was he going to drag Silla away from him too?
She lay until the Consul came driving home towards evening; and she did not even ring for lights when she got up. It was with a shawl about her head and a face red with weeping, that Mrs. Veyergang received her husband that evening; she was in a violently excited state of mind, and her voice quite trembled. She wanted nothing less than that he should give Barbara warning.
Holman to the policeman outside; and it was not much wonder if he expected the reward he deserved, and felt his back smart. Lay hands on better people's children! And the son of Consul Veyergang, his own benefactor, too! But where could he be? He could not possibly be in the timber-yard now, at this time of year.
It was well to know that she was no longer to be found up there among those giddy girls in the evening. A cold shiver ran down his back when he one day met young Veyergang coming out of his mother's.
Holman's Silla was just standing at the counter she wanted a pint of groats to take home with her when Barbara, who was measuring them out, suddenly saw Ludvig Veyergang at the door. He had seen Barbara before, and as he passed the door twice a day now, he nodded to her whenever she showed herself on the steps. But so friendly as he was to-day!
He felt with suppressed rage that if they drove him to it, he would sooner die than leave the garden now. The music ceased. A number of people, hot and breathless, streamed out during a pause in the dancing. There came Veyergang and Silla, bashful and half-resisting, with him. They took the way up to the restaurant.
Veyergang "a really remarkable specimen of the original healthiness in the common stock. One might say h'm, h'm that if Mrs. Veyergang could not get to the mountains, the mountains were so courteous as to come to her. The girl still had an odour of the cowshed about her perhaps; but when all's said and done, that was only a stronger assurance of originality.
She lay awake until the morning and saw the same things the handcuffs in the waterfall, and Veyergang turning away from the blow and falling; and then the whole thing over again and again. She sat there the whole day until dusk. Then her restlessness drove her down to the police-station.
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.
The young lion changed colour and retreated a step before the expression of violent hatred confronting him; but, recognising the old enemy of his school days, he curled his lip scornfully. That look made Nikolai rush upon him, and Veyergang, with a cry of "You cowardly ruffian!" returned the blow with his walking-stick right across Nikolai's face, so that the stick snapped. "Help! help! Police!"
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