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“See, see, be calm, Fröken Anna! Think it over!
There is a fine young man and there an old
worn-out woman. One of them I must have. Which shall
it be?”
Anna Stjärnhök laughed despairingly.
“Do you think we can stand here and exchange
souls as one exchanges horses at Broby
marketplace?”
“"Yes, just so—but if you wish, Fröken Anna,
we will arrange it in another way. We must
remember the Stjärnhök honor.”
And he suddenly began to call and shout to his
wife, who was sitting alone some distance ahead in
the other sledge, and to Anna’s unspeakable horror,
she obeyed him at once, stepped out of the sledge,
and came trembling toward them.
“See, see,” said Sintram, “what an obedient wife!
Fröken Stjärnhök has nothing to do with it if she
comes when her husband calls. Now I will lift Gösta
out of my sledge and leave him here on the road.
Leave him forever, Fröken Anna,—and who likes
may take him up.”
He bent down to take the sleeping figure, but
Anna, bending down and looking directly into his
eyes, hissed out like a tortured animal—
“In God’s name, go home at once! Don’t you
know who is sitting in the rocking-chair and
waiting for you? Dare you let that gentleman wait?”
It was to Anna almost the most terrible of that
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