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Page 47
"There, that will do," said she, "we can now converse without
inconvenience to either of us. I hope Mr. H---- has not hurt himself."
"O, never mind me," replied he, "your heart is too hard to be moved at
my sufferings."
"I wish to say a word to you, Mr. H----. Your labor is entirely thrown
away upon me. I can pity the folly of a man if his folly is not evil;
but--"
"Am I evil? Try me," interrupted Mr. Fabian hastily.
"I will," replied Magde. "If you will bind yourself to release my father
I shall ever be grateful for the service."
"And nothing further?"
"Nothing."
"Then, at least give me your hand that I may with it wipe away the tears
that scald my eyes. I am a weak, a tender hearted man, and must weep
when I am scoffed at. But never mind, give me your hand, a moment."
"It is impossible."
"Give me but your little finger."
In lieu of a reply, Magde endeavored to close the window; but her
admirer prevented her from doing so.
"Ah!" exclaimed he furious at his defeat. "You wish to enjoy a boon, and
not reward the donor. Then listen, the old man shall remain where he
is. If I do not interest myself for him no one else will."
"That remains to be seen. Mr. Gottlieb has returned--"
"Ah! then, he has returned. Well, what can he do?"
"Not much, my dear uncle," exclaimed Gottlieb advancing towards Mr.
Fabian, "except to give my dear aunt Ulrica, a full account of the
interesting conversation I have accidentally overheard."
"Without replying Mr. Fabian stared a moment in bewildered surprise, at
the intruder, and then rushing wildly to his horse, he mounted and urged
the animal to a furious speed.
"Well, well," exclaimed Magde, "we can well compare Mr. H---- to a hare.
But Mr. Gottlieb, whatever chance brought you here, do not bring sorrow
upon him, by speaking to his wife of this adventure."
"Fear not, Mrs. Lonner, I have not been on the watch here to become an
informer; but as I heard certain things from Nanna to-day, and as I from
the first have suspected my uncle, and as I wished to have him in my
power--"
"I understand you Mr. Gottlieb. You are an honest and faithful friend,
and we shall never forget--"
"And I, Mrs. Lonner," interrupted Gottlieb, "I shall not forget this
valley I assure you, and now good night; in a short time everything will
be as it was before."
"Thank you, a thousand times! When Ragnar returns, through God's
assistance we will repay you."
* * * * *
Gottlieb's heart bounded with joy, as he proceeded on his road towards
Almvik, but the heart of another traveller in the same direction was
oppressed with gloomy forebodings. It is almost unnecessary to say that
the latter traveller was Mr. Fabian H----. On his arrival at Almvik he
entered his wife's chamber trembling with anxiety, lest Gottlieb had
been there before him.
"What is the matter with you?" inquired his wife, who had already
retired to her bed; "has the horse been balky, or have you met with an
accident?"
"Nothing, nothing, darling Ulgenie; but my head has been heavy all the
afternoon."
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