Part 12 (2/2)

Then he went off to fetch another hen.

XVIII

I return to the mad idea of Solem's being discharged. This would, to be sure, have averted a certain disaster here at the farm: but who would fetch and carry then? Paul? But I've told you he just lounges all day in his room, and has been doing so lately more than ever; the guests never see him except through an unsuccessful maneuver on his part.

One evening he came walking across the lawn. He must, in his disregard of time, have thought the guests had already retired, but we all sat outside in the mild darkness. When Paul saw us, he drew himself up and saluted as he pa.s.sed; then, calling Solem to him, he said:

”You mustn't cross the field again without letting me know. I was right there in my room, writing. The idea of Josephine carrying luggage!”

Paul strode on. But even yet he felt he had not appeared important enough, so he turned round and asked:

”Why didn't you take one of my cotters with you to act as porter?”

”They wouldn't go,” Solem replied. ”They were busy lifting potatoes.”

”Wouldn't go?”

”That's what Einar said.”

Paul thought this over.

”What insolence! They'd better not go too far or I'll drive them off the place.”

Then the law awoke in the lawyer's bosom, and he asked:

”Haven't they bought their land?”

”Yes,” said Paul. ”But I'm the master of this farm. I have a say in things too. I'm not without power up here in Reisa, believe me....”

Then he said sternly to Solem:

”You come to me next time.”

Whereupon he stalked off to the woods again.

”He's a bit tight again, our good Paul,” said the lawyer.

n.o.body replied.

”Can you imagine an innkeeper in Switzerland behaving like that?” the lawyer remarked.

Mrs. Brede said gently:

”What a pity! He never drank before.”

And at once the lawyer was charitable again:

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