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The old woman’s face suddenly awoke to life
and gained expression, and her eyes looked out upon
the world with understanding. “Oh, no! oh, no!”
she said, and smiled; “it is n’t as bad as all that, my
young lady.”
She directed them to sit down, and seated herself
with the air of stateliness belonging to the old
days—to the great assemblies at Ekeby and the
state balls at the Governor’s residence at Karlstad.
They forgot the rags and the prison, and saw again
the proudest and richest woman in Värmland.
“My dear Countess,” she asked, “what could
have induced you to leave the dancing and visit a
lonely old womanlike me? You must be very good.”
Countess Elizabeth could not answer. Her voice
shook too much, and Fru Schärling answered for
her that she could not dance while thinking of the
Major’s wife.
“Dear Fru Schärling,” she said, “has it gone so
far with me that I spoil the young people’s pleasure?
You must not cry for my sake, my dear little
Countess,” she continued. “I’m a wicked old woman
who deserve my fate. You don’t think it right to
strike your mother?”
“No, but—”
The Major’s wife interrupted her, smoothing the
fair curly hair over her forehead. “Child, child,” she
said, “how could you marry that stupid Henrik
Dohna?”
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