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to himself, spoke but little, and that little—so it seemed—with
reluctance. Not that he avoided other people, but he
simply wanted them to leave him in peace and not draw
him into conversation. When the ferry came and went with
passengers, or when the fishermen brought in their catch,
he liked to watch the busy life from a distance and to listen
to the discussions. He seemed to enjoy the sight of people
at work, whether it was ploughing or stacking or launching
the boats, and whenever any one put forth an effort that
showed more than common strength, he would smile with
pleasure and lift his shoulders in quiet delight. When he
had been at the Burdock House for a month, he began to
approach Marie Grubbe, or rather he allowed her to approach
him, and they would often sit talking, in the warm
summer evenings, for an hour or two at a time, in the common
room, where they could look out through the open door,
over the bright surface of the water, to the blue, hazy
outlines of Möen.
One evening, after their friendship had been well
established, Marie told him her story, and ended with a sigh,
because they had taken Sören away from her.
“I must own,” said Holberg, "that I am utterly unable
to comprehend how you could prefer an ordinary groom and
country oaf to such a polished gentleman as his
Excellency the Viceroy, who is praised by everybody as a past
master in all the graces of fashion, nay as the model of
everything that is elegant and pleasing.”
“Even though he had been as full of it as the book they
call the Alamodische Sittenbuch, it would not have mattered
a rush, since I had once for all conceived such an aversion
and loathing for him that I could scarce bear to have him
come into my presence; and you know how impossible it is
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