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I press in friendship! What affair is it of yours that
the cavaliers put the Major’s wife in prison? Have
they not the right? You can never know how a man
is angered to the depths of his soul when he hears
of a woman’s infidelity. Are you also going to tread
the downward path, that you take her part?”
“But, Henrik—”
She cried out like a child, and stretched out her
arms as if to ward off the cruel words. Probably she
had never heard such anger directed against herself.
She was so helpless among all those hard men; and
now her only defender turned against her. Her
heart would never again have strength to illumine
the world.
“But, Henrik, it is you who should defend me!”
Gösta Berling was attentive now, when it was too
late. He did n’t in the least know what to do. He
wished her well, but he dared not thrust himself
between husband and wife.
“Where is Gösta Berling?” asked the Count.
“Here,” replied Gösta, and he made a well-meant
attempt to laugh the matter aside; “the Count was
probably on the point of making a speech, and I fell
asleep. What do you say to our going home now
and leaving you to get to bed?”
“Gösta Berling, as my wife refused to dance with
you, I command her to beg your pardon and to
kiss your hand.”
“My dear Count Henrik,” said Gösta, smilingly,
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