She did not answer.
"Aye!--Well, I suppose I shall have to begin to make a gentleman of myself."
She turned toward him with an amused countenance. His chest, thickly covered with dark red hair, was bare, for his shirt was open; his face was sunburned, his bald head white.
"The deuce! how you stare at me! I am not nearly as good-looking as your lodger, I can well believe. Hey?"
"Will you have something to eat?" asked she.
"I dined on the steamer."
"But to drink?"
She went out after a bottle of beer, and placed it with a gla.s.s on the table beside him. He poured out the beer and drank, looking across the street as he did so.
"That"s a deuce of a woman! Is _that_ the lady?"
Magnhild grew fiery red; for she too saw Fru Bang standing at the window, staring at the half-disrobed Skarlie.
She fled into her chamber, thence into the garden, and there seated herself.
She had only been there a few minutes when she heard first the chamber, then the kitchen door open, and finally the garden door was opened by her husband.
"Magnhild!" he called. "Yes, there she is."
Little Magda"s light curly head was now thrust out, and turned round on every side until Magnhild was seen, and then the child came slowly toward her. Skarlie had gone back into the house.
"I was sent to ask if you were not coming over to take dinner with us."
"Give greetings and thanks; I cannot come--now."
The child bestowed on her a mute look of inquiry, then asked: "Why can you not? Is it because that man has come?"
"Yes."
"Who is he?"
It was in Magnhild"s mind to say, "He is my ----"; but it would not cross her lips; and so without speaking she turned to conceal her emotion from the child. The little one stood silently waiting for some time; finally she asked,--
"Why are you crying, Magnhild?"
This was said so sweetly: it chimed in with the memory of the whole bright world which was once more closed, that Magnhild clasped its little representative in her arms, and bowing over the curly head burst into tears. Finally, she whispered,--
"Do not question me any more, little Magda; but go home now, this way, through the garden gate, and tell mamma that I cannot come any more."
Magda obeyed, but she looked over her shoulder several times as she walked away.
Magnhild removed all traces of tears, and went out to make some purchases; for her larder was nearly empty.
When she returned home, and pa.s.sed through the sitting-room, Skarlie was still in his chair; he had been taking a little nap; now he yawned and began to fill his cutty.
"Did you tell me the lady across the street was married?"
"Yes."
"Is _he_ married, too?"
"I do not know."
"I saw them kissing each other," said he.
Magnhild grew very pale and then red.
"I have never seen anything of the kind."
"No, of course not; they did not suppose that I saw them either," said he, and began to light his cutty.
Magnhild could have struck him. She went directly to the kitchen, but could not avoid coming back again. Skarlie greeted her with,--
"It is no wonder they make much of you, for you serve as a screen."
She had brought in a cloth to spread the table, and she flung it right at his laughing face. He caught it, however, and laughed all the louder, until the tears started in his eyes; he could not restrain his laughter.
Magnhild had run back into the kitchen, and she stood in front of the b.u.t.ter, cheese, and milk she had ready to carry into the adjoining room,--stood there and wept.
The door opened, and Skarlie came limping in.
"I have spread the cloth," said he, not yet free from laughter, "for that, I presume, was what you wanted: eh?" and now he took up one by one the articles that stood before Magnhild, and carried them into the next room. He asked good-naturedly after something that was wanting, and actually received an answer. After a while Magnhild had so far recovered her composure as to set the kettle on the fire for tea.
Half an hour later the two sat opposite each other at their early evening meal. Not a word more about those across the street. Skarlie commenced telling of his work on the steamer, but broke off abruptly, for Tande began to play. Skarlie had taste for music. It was a restless, almost defiant strain that was heard; but how it brightened the atmosphere. And it ended with the little melody that always transported Magnhild to the home of her parents, with the fair heads of her little brothers and sisters round about. Skarlie evidently listened with pleasure, and when the playing ceased, he praised it in extravagant terms. Then Magnhild told him that she was singing with Tande; that he thought she had a good voice. She did not get beyond this; for the playing began anew. When it had ceased again, Skarlie said,--
"See here, Magnhild! Let that man give you all the instruction he will; for he is a master--and with the rest you need not meddle."
Skarlie was still in extraordinarily high spirits when, weary from his journey, he went up to the room over the saddler workshop to go to bed.
He filled his pipe, and took an English book and a light up-stairs with him.
Magnhild thoroughly aired the room after him, opening all the windows as soon as he was gone. She paced the room in the dark for a long while ere she laid herself down to sleep.
The next morning she stole out of the back door to school, and returned the same way.
She found the whole school in a state of rejoicing over the news Skarlie had just brought, that a quant.i.ty of hand-work for which he had undertaken to find purchasers in town had been sold to unusually great advantage. He had doubtless told her this in the course of the morning, but she had been so absorbed in her own affairs that it had made no impression on her. Scarcely was this theme exhausted when one of the young girls (there were both children and grown people in attendance at this hour) expressed her surprise at Magnhild"s appearance, which was so different from that of the preceding days. The pupils inquired if anything was amiss. Magnhild did not wear the dress, either, that was so becoming to her, that is, the one given to her by the lady. It was hunch-back Marie, and tall, large-eyed Ellen who were the loudest of all in both delight and astonishment. Magnhild felt ill at ease among them, and took her departure as early as possible. As soon as she had reached home it was announced to her by the sailor"s wife that Tande was expecting her. A brief struggle ensued; and then she put on the dress which became her best. She was received as she had been received yesterday, the day before, and every other day: he greeted her with a slight bow, took his seat at the piano and struck a few chords. She was so thankful for his reserve, and especially to-day, that she--her desire to show her appreciation failed to find utterance.
As she came down-stairs she saw Skarlie and Fru Bang standing by the lady"s door, in close conversation; they were both laughing. Magnhild stole in unperceived and continued to watch them.
There was a changeful play of expression in the countenances of both, and herein they were alike; but here, too, the resemblance ceased, for Skarlie had never looked so ugly as he did now in the presence of this beautiful woman. Moreover, the smooth, glossy hat he wore completely covered his forehead, giving his face a contracted look; for the forehead alone was almost as large as all the rest of the face. Magnhild was conscious of him at this moment to the extreme tips of her fingers.
The lady was all vivacity; it flashed from her as she tossed back her head and set all her ringlets in fluttering motion, or shifted her foot, accompanying the act with a swaying movement of the upper part of the body, or with a wave of her hand aided in the utterance of some thought, or indicated another with an eager gesture.
The hasty, a.s.sured glances the two exchanged gave the impression of combat. It seemed as though they would never get through. Were they interested in each other? Or in the mere act of disputing? Or in the subject they were discussing? Had not Tande come down-stairs, their interview would scarcely have drawn to a conclusion that forenoon. But as he approached with a bow Skarlie limped away, still laughing, and the other two went into the lady"s house, she continuing to laugh heartily.