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And Anna carelessly answered, “I daresay I
could have done without you, Gösta Berling.”
“But it is a great pity, Anna,” Gösta said,
thoughtfully, “that your parents are not living. Now you do
what you like, and no one can depend on you.”
“It is a greater pity you did not say so before;
some one else could have driven me to the ball.”
“The parson’s wife must be of my opinion, that
you require some one to take your father’s place,
or she would not have paired you off with an old
creature like Dahlberg.”
“The parson’s wife had nothing to do with it.”
“Dear me! was he really your own choice?”
“He is not marrying me for my money.”
“No, of course not; it is only blue eyes and rosy
cheeks that old men run after, and it becomes them
finely.”
“Gösta, are n’t you ashamed of yourself?”
“Well, you must remember now that you have
nothing further to do with young men. There will
be an end now to your dancing and amusements.
Your place will be on the sofa-corner, or perhaps
you mean to play cribbage with your old man?”
They were silent after this, till they began the
steep ascent to Borg Hall.
“Thanks for your trouble! It will be some time
before I sleigh again with Gösta Berling,” said
Anna.
“Thanks for that promise! There are many, I
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