e comprehended that they wished him to leave Madame
Torvestad's, and this he himself was anxious to do.

"There are a number of people up at our farm," continued the dyer,
"and more will soon come when the harvest begins. Many of us think it
would be well if we could find a reliable man who could work and who
could preach during the hours of rest. Sivert Jespersen and the
others have much to occupy them in the town, and so we thought we
would ask Hans Nilsen to move up there."

"Willingly will I do it, if it be thought desirable."

"We were thinking that perhaps you could go to-morrow."

Fennefos was rather taken by surprise, but, for the sake of peace,
consented, and as soon as the dyer left, threw himself on the bed,
and fell asleep.

Madame Torvestad stood for a moment, thoughtful as usual, when Hans
Nilsen had departed; then, opening the door of the workroom, she said
with a certain air of solemnity; "Henrietta, go to bed."

"Yes, mother," said Henrietta, who after the conversation with
Fennefos, had fallen into the deepest despondency.

Trembling, she approached her mother to say "Good night," although
the sun was still high in the heavens.

"I will not say 'Good night' to you, and you shall have no supper,
either," said her mother, shutting the door.

This was the mode of applying correction in Gnadau, and Madame
Torvestad remembered well how it would bend even the most refractory.

When Jacob Worse woke in the morning after the memorable birthday at
Randulf's, he felt extremely unwell. His head was heavy and beating
violently, and he felt the pain in his stomach.

His wife had long been up; and when Worse was really awakened, it was
by two of the warehouse people, who came in and began to remove her
bed.

"What are you about?" he inquired, petulantly.

"We are taking madame's bed into the other room."

"Nonsense!"

"Hush, hush!" said the old foreman. "The captain must not excite
himself. You are ill, captain, and I was to tell you from madame that
you must not talk."

Worse muttered something, and with sleepy eyes watched the departure
of the bed.

When his wife soon afterwards entered the room, he said: "I shall be
all right to-morrow, Sarah; it is only the first day that is so
confoundedly bad. Bah! I will never touch toddy again. It's beastly,
that's what it is."

"You are more ill than you suppose, both in body and soul, and I
think you should seek healing for both, especially for your