She had a splendid const.i.tution and physique--weakness was a thing unknown to her. And she had carefully hardened herself from youth up, for she had a dread of becoming old and invalid.
As an instance of her prowess of endurance it was stated as a reliable fact that she had set out one bitterly cold morning to skate across the fjord, and, falling through a patch of thin ice a couple of miles out, had not only managed to extricate herself, but instead of making at once for home, continued on her way to Strandvik. There, arriving at the house of her old friend Prois, she declared she was frozen so stiff that anyone might have broken her across the middle like a sugar-stick.
A slight cold was the sole effect of her bath, which otherwise seemed to have been merely refreshing!
She had always had leisure and means to arrange her mode of life as she pleased, and had made the most of her opportunities in that direction. Her whole existence was conducted in a casual, easy-going fashion, not tied down to habit, rule and order.
Her idea of charity, and manner of exercising the same, were no less eccentric.
One Christmas, for instance, she had presented each of the old derelicts at the Seamen"s Home with a pair of ski, declaring that with a little practice they would soon learn to use them, and that the exercise would give them a new lease of life. The poor old gouty invalids were hard put to it to hobble along on their feet with the aid of sticks, and had certainly never dreamed of running about on ski.
When Pastor Arff, who was extremely stout, complained of heartburn, she gave him a skiff, with oars complete, on the express condition that he should get up at six every morning and row a couple of miles up and down the river.
"I a.s.sure you, my dear Pastor, you"ll feel as lively as a fish if you do!"
She would go to meetings in the afternoon, and sit among the earnest sisterhood, taking an interested part in discussions as to mission work among the heathen, and then go on in the evening to see the latest and riskiest pieces at the theatre, which she thoroughly enjoyed. It was a known fact that she had tried to enliven the work of the local soup-kitchen by introducing raisins as an ingredient in the pea-soup, but the old ladies on the committee had put their foot down--that was going too far. Malla Trap urged them to try it--it was delicious, she declared--but without avail.
The townsfolk were so used to her eccentricities that no one ever took much notice of them, for all knew she was a thoroughly good soul, who in her un.o.btrusive way had brought happiness to many a home in distress. It was not always by direct gifts that she effected this; her confident and encouraging manner gave new hope and strength to many who were sinking under the burden of their struggle. Her tall, erect figure came like a breath of the fresh north-west wind, sweeping clouds from the sky.
Not many knew that it was Malla Trap who had given Bertelsen the idea of starting a paper shop when the firm in which he was cashier failed, and he found himself thrown out, with a wife and children to look after, and no means of support.
The scene would probably have been something like this:
"Now, my dear man, it"s no good giving up like that."
"But what am I to do?--there"s nowhere to turn--only the workhouse.
That"s what it"ll be--the workhouse."
"Nonsense, Bertelsen! pull yourself together, do. Look here! I"ve an idea. There"s that shop in the square, next to Holm; it"s vacant, and you could get it cheap. Start a little business there with paper, cardboard, wall-papers and that sort of thing. It"ll be a success--it _must_!"
He looked up a little--paper--business--his thoughts took a definite direction. Hope began to dawn, and Malla Trap had accomplished a piece of the finest missionary work a human soul ever can--she had made a sunny thought to grow in a tortured and despairing mind.
Her best friend was Miss Strom, a woman of considerable wit and education, and daughter of the late governor of the province.
When the pair of them were together, Beate Strom would lecture at length, pointing out to Malla Trap the necessity of paying some regard to public opinion; it really would not do to go on acting in that independent fashion.
"It"s no good, my dear," Malla Trap would say. "If I can"t do things my own way, which is at least honest and decent enough, why, I might as well give up altogether."
"Not at all," said Beate Strom earnestly; "one must consider what people say."
"Nonsense, Beate! You"re far too well brought up, my dear, that"s the trouble."
And when Malla Trap gave a supper-party, with lobster mayonnaise and black pudding, Beate Strom gave her up as hopeless. There was a limit, she declared, to the extent to which innovations should be permitted.
But Malla Trap simply pleaded that they were her favourite dishes--and why shouldn"t she? Was she to sit and eat plain bread and cheese when she felt like lobster mayonnaise and could get it? No, thank you!
As already mentioned, Miss Trap was a regular visitor at Holm"s, and had her own place at table.
The children were fond of her, and she of them. Whenever anything went wrong, or they were in trouble, both William and Marie would go to Aunt Trap for advice.
After his last conversation with his father, William was at a loss what to make of the affair. It was natural, therefore, he should confide in Aunt Trap.
He told her that he could not be certain himself as to the state of Betty"s feelings towards him, but was almost sure she was favourably inclined at least.
Malla Trap asked him earnestly if it were not after all only a pa.s.sing fancy on his part; she was very sceptical as to the nature of men"s tender feelings.
William, of course, declared emphatically that it was true and enduring love, and that he would be blighted for ever if he could not make Betty his wife.
At last Malla Trap believed him, and promised to do what she could to put matters right.
She decided first of all to go and talk to Mrs. Rantzau, with whom she had some slight acquaintance; but on the way she encountered Mrs.
Rantzau herself walking with Hermansen, and from the manner in which the pair appeared absorbed in each other"s society, Malla Trap judged it best to postpone the call for the present. Immediately after, Vindt, her cousin, came strolling along, and stopped to speak.
"Well, Mrs. Mallaprop, how"s things with you?"
"Very well, thanks, rude boy."
Vindt stood a moment pointing with his stick to the pair that had just pa.s.sed.
"What do you say to that, my lanky cousin--pretty bit of goods the banker"s got hold of there. Who is she?"
"Mrs. Rantzau, the music teacher."
"Oho! So that"s the lady, is it! Well, I must say, she looks quite smart."
"When are you coming to see me?"
"My dear child, think of your reputation! What would the world say if I were to go visiting a love-lorn female without a chaperon in the world?"
"Don"t talk nonsense. Come home and have dinner. I"ve a nice piece of fish."
"And apple sauce, what? No, thank you; I was ill for a fortnight last time I sampled your new-fangled menus. But I mustn"t take up your valuable time. _Addio, cara mia!_"
And Vindt strode off, in time to see Hermansen and Mrs. Rantzau disappear round the corner. He began to wonder what it could mean.
Banker Hermansen running off in business hours with a lady all dressed up--this was something altogether unprecedented, and enough to set others beside Vindt agape. Hermansen, a man devoid of all tender feeling, whose heart was popularly supposed to be made of rhinoceros hide--surely he could not be going that way like any other mortal?
Vindt was so occupied with the phenomenon that he walked full tilt into Listad and the schoolmaster, the former of whom b.u.t.tonholed at once and began delivering a long harangue about the new Ministry and the political situation.
"... Such a state of things, my dear sir, is more than gloomy; it is desperate. And the _fons et origo_ of the whole trouble lies in the fact that...."
"That there"s too many amateurs poking their fingers into the business as it is, and an unG.o.dly mess they"re making of it, instead of sticking to their work and doing something useful."
Listad thought he had never met a ruder fellow than this unceremonious broker; never encountered a citizen with a more callous disregard to higher political aims, and the needs of the country.
"But what--what is to become of a nation if its individual units allow themselves to be swallowed up in mere material strivings, deaf to the call of lofty ideals, blind to the moral welfare of the land, and of humanity at large? I ask you, how will such a people fare?"
"First-rate, if you ask me," said Vindt, and walked off.