"Ah, yes--you had me there, I"m afraid. Very neatly done, though, very neat. There"ll be a nice little profit on the repairs, I"m sure--but it"s all in the family now."
The conversation was becoming more genial in tone, and when the cigars were lit the two old antagonists were chatting away like the best of friends.
Holm invited the banker to a "little family party" the same evening, to celebrate the double event. Hermansen accepted with thanks, and the pair separated with a cordial shake of the hand.
Holm walked back to the office with his hat at a more than usually rakish angle, as was his way when in high spirits. He swung his stick cheerfully, and felt a comforting sense of superiority in all directions. There was no one to oppose him now.
"h.e.l.lo, you"re looking unusually perky to-day! What"s it all about?"
This was from Vindt, who was sure to be quick on the scent of anything new.
"I"ve just come from my so-called brother-in-law, Hermansen, that"s all, my boy."
"Oho! Distinguished brother-in-law, what?"
"Well, I"m quite satisfied with him myself. And--er--h"m--he"ll be my boy"s father-in-law too, you know, in a way."
Vindt stood a moment sniffing at the stump of his cigar, then, thrusting one finger into the b.u.t.tonhole of Holm"s coat, he said solemnly:
"Mrs. Emilie Rantzau and daughter: Knut G. Holm and son and Banker Hermansen, Knight of the Order of Vasa, etcetera. H"m. That"s the worst of these cheap smokes; they stick when you"ve got half-way. So long, old stick-in-the-mud!"
"Queer old stick," said Holm to himself as the other walked away.
"Getting quite crabby of late. But he ought to have married himself long ago."
And Holm went home to make arrangements for a thoroughly festive evening.
X
THE SHIP COMES HOME
It was Sunday. Bramsen and Andrine had had a settling up, the day before, of various matters outstanding, and the savings-bank book had been handed over, with its "Cr. balance 19s. 6d."--being all that remained from the interregnum period of Bramsen"s term of office as Chancellor of the Exchequer.
Andrine opened the book and stood aghast.
"But--but, sakes alive, Paal, where"s all the money gone?"
"The money--why--the money--h"m...." And in his embarra.s.sment he looked appealingly at Amanda, who nudged him encouragingly in the ribs and whispered:
"Go on--it"s all right. Tell her straight out."
"Why, you see, Andrine, it"s like this. When you handed over charge of all this worldly mammon, that"s naught but vanity and vexation of spirits and so on, and a clog upon the soul...."
"Oh, leave out all that and say what you"ve done with the money."
Andrine was quivering with impatience.
"Well--I--I bought the ship."
"Ship--what ship?"
"The _Erik_, 216 ton register, B. I. to 1901, 12 ft. with full cargo...."
"Overhauled last year," prompted Amanda.
"Heavens! Fool that I was not to have known what you"d be up to. And now here we are as penniless as Adam and Eve."
Andrine held her ap.r.o.n to her eyes, weeping "buckets and hosepipes"
as Bramsen later put it to Holm.
Bramsen and Amanda were alarmed at the way she took it, and endeavoured to console her as best they could. Neither said a word as yet about Amanda"s engagement; it was plain that to mention it now would bring on a seizure at least.
"Oh--oh--oh, how could I be such a fool!" sobbed Andrine.
"Well, now, to tell the truth, Andrine, I"d never have thought it of you myself, to take up with the like of that nonsense. But seeing we"ve got you back again now, safe and sound, why, best say no more about it."
"What--whatever did you want to go buying ships for, Bramsen?"
"Why, you see, it was mostly because of Carljohan...." Bramsen in his eagerness had said too much, and Amanda judged it best to disappear into the kitchen for a while.
"Carljohan who?" Andrine stopped crying and looked up sharply.
"Why, Johnsen"s son."
"What"s he got to do with it?"
"Why, he"s a deal to do with it, now he and Amanda"s fixed things up together."
"Amanda! That child! And you let them!" Andrine drew herself up impressively, and Bramsen cowered.
"Don"t you forget, Andrine," he said, "we weren"t so very old, you and I, when we got spliced together; and he"s a first-rate lad. There isn"t a knot or a twist he doesn"t know, and you should see him up aloft--a cat"s not in it. And wrestling too--mark my words, he"ll make his way in the world, and I"m sorry for the man that comes athwart him."
"Oh yes, you can talk! But seems to me you"ve been doing your best to ruin us all while I"ve been away."
"We"re not ruined yet, my girl, nor likely to be, I hope. Just wait and see." And Bramsen patted his wife on the cheek.
Andrine calmed down after a while, and when Amanda came in with steaming coffee and hot cakes, the three sat down in peace and amity, and were soon discussing the excellent qualities of Carljohan and the ship.
"It"s been pretty rough these last few days--we"ll soon see what she"s good for," said Bramsen, thinking of the ship.
"If only they come home safe and sound," sighed Amanda, thinking of Carljohan.
And so, on Sunday morning, behold the three of them walking down to church; neither Bramsen nor Amanda thought of playing truant to-day, so thankful were they to feel that Andrine had "come round" and all was well.
And Bramsen was, to tell the truth, relieved to have got it over.
With the bank-book once more in Andrine"s care, he felt the responsibility lifted from his shoulders. The reins of government were once more in Andrine"s hands, and he had his ten shillings extra per month unbeknown to her as before.
Amanda had always chosen their place in church up in the gallery close to the pulpit. From here one could see the parson turning the leaves of his sermon, and so calculate roughly how far he was from the end. Furthermore, there was the loveliest view over the harbour and the fjord through one of the big windows.