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Fru Uggla caressed Ferdinand, and let him feel
the comfort of a never-failing love.
And the unconquerable Gösta Berling sat there
among them with a thousand schemes surging in his
brain.
“Listen,” he cried; “this is n’t the time for
mourning. It is the parson’s wife down at Svartsjö
who has arranged it all. She has great influence over
Anna since she has been living with her at the
parsonage. It is she who has persuaded her to give up
Ferdinand and take old Dahlberg; but they are not
married yet, nor ever shall be. I am going to Borg;
I will meet Anna there and talk to her. I will carry
her away from the parsonage and old Dahlberg.
I will bring her here to-night, and then he will not
see much more of her.”
So it was decided. Gösta drove alone to Borg,
instead of taking one of the girls with him, but the
best wishes of all followed him on his way. Sintram,
rejoicing that old Dahlberg was to be outwitted,
determined to remain where he was and see Gösta
return with the faithless beauty. In a sudden
outburst of kindness he even wrapped about Gösta
his green travelling-rug—a present given him by
Mamsell Ulrika.
But Fru Uggla came out on the steps with three
small red bound books in her hand. “Take them,”
she said to Gösta, who was already seated in his
sledge. “Take and keep them in case you fail. It is
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