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And later, the Captain’s wife spoke to him, mildly
as a mother, about his wilfully wasted life. “May I
live to see you become a man,” she said; and Gösta
felt the sweetness of being reproached by this gentle
woman, who was his faithful friend, whose romantic
heart was fired by the love of great deeds.
But when the merry meal was over, the cabbages
and fritters, the horse-radish and Christmas ale
enjoyed, and Gösta had made them laugh and cry with
his tales of the Major and his wife and the Broby
parson, sleigh-bells were heard in the yard, and a
moment later Sintram entered the room.
He shone with satisfaction from the top of his
bald head down to his long, flat feet. He swung his
arms, and made such grimaces, it was evident he
brought bad news.
“Have you heard,” he cried,—“have you heard
that the banns were called to-day at Svartsjö Church
for Anna Stjärnhök and rich old Dahlberg? She
must have forgotten that she was engaged to
Ferdinand!”
No, they had not heard; they were all astonished
and grieved. They already saw their home ravaged
to pay the debt due to their cruel neighbor, their
dearly loved horses sold, even the poor furniture
which had come to them from their mother’s old
home. Their life of festivity and balls was over
now—they must eat bear-meat again, and the young
people must seek work among strangers.
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