s of what had occurred; but there was anger in his eye, and
a hard determined look in his face. His pride had received a terrible
shock. She had suddenly fallen upon him with all this on neutral ground;
she had told him plainly that she had been unhappy, and that she felt
she had been living under a tyranny the whole time of their married
life. He smiled bitterly--well, he had been right, it seemed, all along
in feeling that she was not open with him.

Yes, it was true that they had lived unhappily; but whose fault had it
been? Had she not deceived him when he was young and confiding, and did
not know what doubt was? And since?--he knew but too well what it had
cost her to adapt herself to his humble circumstances.

He felt that the power which he had had over her for so many years was
gone. It was as if she had all of a sudden set down a barrel of
gunpowder on the floor of his house and threatened to blow it up. Such
threats, however, would have no weight with him.

When he came to Merdoe he moored the cutter in silence--scarcely looking
at Gjert, who came down to help him--and went in, without speaking, to
the house, where he stood by the window for a while writing on the
window-pane. It was soon quite dark outside; Gjert had lit a candle, and
had sat down by the table. He understood that there was something wrong
again with his mother, but did not dare to ask after her, as he was
longing to do. His father, during the rest of the evening, never stirred
from the corner of the bench which was his son's sleeping-place; it was
made to serve the double purpose of bench and bed.

When supper-time arrived, Gjert put some food on the table. He felt that
the situation somehow was dangerous, and went on his tiptoes to make as
little noise as possible; but he was the more awkward in consequence,
and made a clatter with the plates.

This, and the dread of him which his son showed, irritated Salve. He
flared up suddenly, and burst out in a thundering voice--

"Don't you ask after your mother, boy?"

Gjert would have been frightened under ordinary circumstances, but his
anxiety for his mother, for whom his heart bled, gave him courage to
answer boldly--

"Yes, father; I have been wanting all the time to ask how mother was. Is
she not coming? Poor mother!" and the boy burst into tears, laid his
head upon his arm, and sobbed.

"Mother will come back when her aunt over in Arendal is well again,"
said the pilot, soothingly. B