Heidt"s friends, too, proved most entertaining company, especially the one who, it appeared, was a poet; he had a store of anecdotes to make one split one"s sides with laughing, and Heidt himself was in high spirits. He drank with her, and said, "Your health, mother-in-law," and the others joined in with congratulations. Cilia could not help laughing, though she was inclined to consider it rather too much of a joke. Still, it was all done in such a jovial, irresistible fashion that she let it pa.s.s.
After the coffee, the whole party set out to make purchases. First, gla.s.sware. Heidt thought it was a good idea to begin with gla.s.ses after dinner; one was more in the mood for it, he declared. An elegant service of cut-gla.s.s, with the monogram "S. & C. B." was ordered. Cilia hesitated a little at the delicate, slender-stemmed wine-gla.s.ses, which she declared would "go to smithereens" in a "twinkling" at the first washing-up, but was a.s.sured that this was the essence of good taste in such matters, and finally gave in.
Then came the furniture for the "salon" as Heidt called it. But when Cilia found herself tentatively seated on a sofa with a hard, straight back reaching half-way up the wall, she could not help thinking that the old one at home was really more comfortable; a thing like this seemed made to sit upright in, and as for lying down----! The others, however, declared it elegant and "stylish,"
with which she felt she must agree, and the sofa was accordingly noted. Various so-called "easy-chairs," which to Cilia"s mind were far from easy, were then added. A round settee with a pillar rising from the centre was to crown the whole. Cilia had never seen such an arrangement before, and was rather inclined to leave it out. But the dealer explained, "You place the article in the centre of the apartment, under a chandelier. A palm is set on the central pillar--and there you are!"
"Wouldn"t a nice geranium do instead?" asked Cilia confidentially.
"Well--ah--oh, certainly, yes," said the man, and Cilia agreed.
"Then there are works of art," said Heidt. "No truly cultured home can be without them." And he invited Cilia to contemplate a life-size terra-cotta Cupid. It was terribly expensive, and she did not really approve of "stark-naked boys" as a decorative motif, but Heidt and his friends agreed that it was a "triumph of plastic beauty," and a work of art such as no one in Strandvik had ever seen, far less possessed. And Cilia took the Cupid with the rest.
"Now we"re all complete," said Heidt, "and I"ll answer for it, a more recherche little interior than Shipowner Braathen"s it will be hard to find." And Cilia saw in her mind"s eye Lawyer Nickelsen and the Magistrate himself abashed and humbled before all this magnificence.
As for Prois and Holm Berg--poor things, they had never dreamt of anything like it.
When they got home, Cilia could not help feeling that it had been rather a costly outing--but what matter? The vessels were earning good money.
There was a letter from Soren, giving his impressions of Sandefjord.
"MRS. CILIA BRAATHEN, MY DEAR WIFE,--I write this to let you know I have now had fourteen sulphur baths, kinder being thumped and hammered every morning from nine to ten, then breakfast, and about time too, seeing I have to drink five gla.s.ses of sulphur water and one of salts on an empty stomach.
"In accordance with your instructions, I have duly informed the doctor here that I am in need of insomnia, which he a.s.sures me will improve with continued treatment.
"There are any amount of people here on the same business, Danes and Swedes too, and all seem to be enjoying it like anything, which is more than I can understand. There"s a band plays here all day, but the days seem to go very slowly all the same. Take care of yourself till I come back.--Ever your loving
"S. BRAATHEN."
Malvina, too, had a letter from her father:
"MY DEAR DAUGHTER,--Your letter was a great comfort to me in this place, which the same I would liken unto Sodom and Gomorrah, not only for the sulphur and brimstone but other things beside.
"It was no surprise to me when you say you are in love with Abrahamsen, seeing I was watching you holding hands with him that day in the summer-house.
"I give you my blessing and welcome, which please find herewith.
He"s not much of an expert, as you might say, in navigation, looking all ways round for the sun, but with G.o.d"s help I dare say you"ll be able to manage him. And as for your mother, you"ll just have to square it with her the best you can, which is more than I ever could myself.
"I am getting on famously here all round, all except the insomnia, which I haven"t been able to manage up to now. I still get my night"s rest and my afternoon nap, for all their nasty waters inside and out. But don"t tell your mother I said so, but let her think I"m getting on that way.
"Don"t forget to write and let me know how she is and all that"s doing.--Yours respectfully,
"S. BRAATHEN.
"P.S.--What you say about Lieutenant Heidt has written you a love-letter, don"t worry about that, but sufficient unto the day and so on. You can tell him you could never love anybody that hadn"t got his mate"s certificate, which I"m pretty sure he hasn"t nor ever likely to be."
Cilia had a desperately busy time unpacking all the things from Christiania, but, thanks to Lt. Heidt, who was always at hand ready to help, the work was soon got over.
The house was changed beyond all recognition. _Now_ let the Prois"s and Lawyer Nickelsen come, and see what they"d say! Lt. Heidt came round every day now, and was so attentive to Malvina that Cilia felt all but sure of him already for a son-in-law, and reproved her daughter severely for being so "stand-offish" with him. But Malvina, remembering who was primarily responsible for the deposition of her plaster angel, and the subst.i.tution of a stark-naked boy, found it impossible to regard the culprit with anything but marked disfavour.
Never was Cupid looked upon so sourly by the fairer s.e.x. Cilia, it is true, had gradually brought herself to look him straight in the face when she entered the room, instead of turning aside, but Malvina still flushed and averted her eyes. The angel at least was decent; no one need be ashamed of that!
At last everything was in order, and Cilia was able to look round proudly on an establishment fitted for persons of "quality." Hitherto it had always been her custom to go bareheaded within doors; now, however, she adopted a dainty white cap with a cl.u.s.ter of dark red auriculas on top, as befitted a lady of means and position.
When Soren came home, the first thing she did was to usher him into the drawing-room with a triumphant gesture. There! what did he think of that?
Soren stood for a moment dumbfounded, and when at last Cilia invited him to sit down, he took out his handkerchief, spread it out carefully on the settee, and seated himself gingerly, glancing up now and again at the geranium, as if fearing it might fall on his head.
At the first opportunity he went off with Malvina to the wash-house, where the two had a long confabulation, the end of which was a solemn declaration on the part of Soren to the effect that his spouse must be "a trifle wrong in the upper works." And he swore that she had far more need of the Sandefjord waters than he had ever had.
Cilia, of course, must give a party to show off the establishment in its new finery. Invitations were sent out on printed cards a week beforehand, the list including Heidts, Prois"s and Lawyer Nickelsen.
Cilia had really half a mind to "leave out all that haughty lot," but if she did, where would the leaders of society be at all?
Soren was ordered to get himself a tail coat for the occasion. It was his duty as host, Cilia said. But for the first time in his life Soren refused to obey, and that so emphatically that his wife was startled. "If you and all the rest of them can"t have me in my Sunday coat as it is, why, well and good--I"ll go out fishing that day and you can have it all to yourselves." With which mutinous declaration Soren went out into the kitchen and confided to Malvina that he"d "had about enough of all this nonsense." Malvina cordially agreed, and did her best to keep him in that frame of mind.
Cilia pondered over the matter for some time; she had never before known Soren to disregard her injunctions in that fashion. But let him wait; she"d give him "Sunday coat" with a vengeance once the party was well over.
The first thing Abrahamsen learned when he returned was news of the wonderful changes Cilia had made in the house. "Fitted up like a palace," said old Holm Berg. Then, too, of course, there were plenty of people to tell him of Malvina"s engagement to Lt. Heidt, and how the latter had been round at the house "every blessed day all through the summer." Consequently, it was with heavy heart and ill-forebodings that the mate set out to call. Fortunately, however, he found Malvina alone in the front room, cleaning windows, and was able to arrange a meeting with her in the wash-house as soon as he had been in to deliver his report to Cilia. This was soon effected, Cilia being so occupied with preparations for the party that she even forgot to ask how much of the freight money was left.
Abrahamsen went down then to the wash-house, where doubts and fears were soon disposed of, despite the fact that the lovers" affectionate _tete-a-tete_ was interrupted by a violent rattling in the tub, where Soren kept his bottled beer--the stout, alas, was gone long since.
The wash-house cellar was, as Soren put it, his "free port and patent breakwater" where he could anchor in safety whenever the waves of domestic strife ran over high.
A regular triple-alliance was now concluded between Soren, Abrahamsen and Malvina to meet the treacherous plottings of the two remaining powers: Cilia and Lt. Heidt. The Congress of the wash-house agreed to adopt and maintain an att.i.tude of armed and watchful neutrality for the present, only proceeding to open hostilities in case of need, when concerted action would be taken according as circ.u.mstances might require.
While this conference was taking place, Lt. Heidt, who had arrived meantime, was closeted with Cilia in long and earnest conversation, in the course of which he declared that his intentions towards Malvina were entirely honourable, and that it was his dearest wish to become a son-in-law of the house.
The Lieutenant was all for an immediate decision, the engagement then to be publicly declared on the following day at the party. Cilia, however, foresaw difficulties in effecting this: it would be necessary to prepare Malvina gradually for the honour and happiness in store for her. Finally, it was agreed that Cilia should use her utmost efforts, and tackle Malvina that same evening, get a satisfactory answer out of her if possible, and then fire off the news at dinner next day. The Lieutenant on his part was to hold himself in readiness for immediate action at the opportune moment.
The pair then separated, with a.s.surances of mutual esteem and affection.
Cilia was so overwhelmed that she was obliged to remain a full half-hour alone in the splendours of the newly furnished salon, meditating upon the wonderful good fortune that was about to fall upon the house. A real lieutenant, and the magistrate"s son to boot--an alliance with the leading family in the town! Thus was the name of Braathen to be lifted from the potato-patch of vulgar insignificance to the gardens of rank and "quality."
Abrahamsen, stealing out by by the back way, was just in time to perceive Lt. Heidt taking leave of Cilia, and noting the cordiality between the two, he realised that there was rough weather ahead before he could hope to lay alongside his dainty prize. He confided as much to his intimate friend, Thor Smith, the magistrate"s clerk.
The latter had an ancient grudge against young Heidt, who had at one time made some attempt at cutting him out with Tulla Prois, and that in the basest manner, which Smith had never forgiven him.
But he should pay for it--Smith would see to that!
When Abrahamsen had set forth the position in detail, Smith pressed his hand, and swore to aid him by all means in his power. Here at last was a chance of getting even with his rival.
That same evening Smith went round for a chat with Old Nick, as he often did. On reaching the house, however, the housekeeper informed him that Nickelsen was engaged in the office--Skipper Braaten was in there with him.
Smith p.r.i.c.ked up his ears at this, and at once concluded that the consultation must have something to do with the matrimonial plans afoot in the skipper"s household.
He waited, therefore, and a little while later Nickelsen entered, looking very thoughtful. His air, however, changed to one of cautious reserve when Smith greeted him with:
"Well, have you been through the Code of Matrimonial Law with Soren Braaten?"
"What makes you think so?" said Nickelsen.