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I should both plough and sow, I like the work so
well.”
He looked at her with his honest eyes, and she
knew he spoke the truth, and was a man to depend
upon. She promised to marry him, chiefly to get
away from her home, but also because she had always
had a liking for him. But she would never forget
the month that followed the announcement of her
engagement—all that mad, miserable time.
Baron Adrian had become more sad and quiet
day by day. He called often enough at Björne,
several times a day sometimes, but Marienne could
not help noticing how depressed he was.
He could still joke and laugh when with others,
but alone with her he was impossible—utterly silent,
dull. She felt she understood the reason; it was
not so easy as he had thought to marry an ugly
woman. Now he had taken a dislike to her. None
knew better than she how ugly she was now. She
had showed him plainly enough that she did not
expect caresses and protestations of love; but he
was miserable at the thought of her as his wife,
and it became worse and worse every day. Why
did he go about so miserable? Why did he not
break off the engagement? She had given him hints
enough. She could do nothing herself. Her father
had told her very plainly that her reputation would
not bear any more adventures in the way of
engagements. At that she scorned them both equally;
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