The next morning, John Hardy was up early, studying the excellent map of Jutland by Oberst Mansa. It gives the roads and by-ways with much care and correctness. The idea had occurred to him to drive the hundred and odd English miles from the parsonage to Esbjerg. The horses must be sent there to meet the steamer; the weather was settled, and as it was early in August, the early mornings and evenings were pleasant He accordingly sketched out the route, with the distances from one little Jutland town to another, and it was clear a good deal could be seen and the drive would be enjoyable. Hardy came down to the little reception-room, where breakfast was usually served, and opened out Mansa's map on the table. Froken Helga was there, and her two brothers, Karl and Axel. "I want to speak to your sister, boys," said Hardy; "you will hear all about it by-and-by, if you will go out for a while." The boys left. Helga looked a little startled. Hardy said, "I have an extraordinary proposition to make; but you must not look so frightened." Helga had turned pale, her knitting dropped. "I only want your attention to this map of Jutland," added Hardy. He saw her face was now full of colour; but what about the map of Jutland? Hardy, an inconsistent man for the moment, was thinking of who else in the world but Kapellan Holm, and his being at Vandstrup Praestegaard all the winter, and that was not the map of Jutland. Suddenly it flashed across his mind that Pastor Lindal had told him about Kapellan Holm, and that Karl had repeated what Mathilde Jensen had said about his buying Rosandal. As he sat thinking, he looked all the time at Helga. At length he said, "I am going home to my mother, Froken, but I hope to be here in May; earlier I cannot come, because it would be cold for my mother to travel." "We shall be glad to see you, Herr Hardy; and I long to see your mother," said Helga. Then Hardy knew that Kapellan Holm was nowhere, and his face grew bright, and he was ready for the map of Jutland. Hardy explained his idea of driving to Esbjerg, and the extraordinary proposition was that he proposed to take not only Karl, but Helga Lindal herself and Axel. "I should so like it," said Helga, "but----" "I know," said Hardy, "that there are likely to be several 'buts.' The serious one is that the Pastor would not like to leave his parish for five days. Can this be arranged? Can he get any one to come here?" "He will write the Provost" (the dean), replied Helga. "But he has already arranged to go to Esbjerg to see Karl off to England, and as we thought you might go to England earlier, a Hjaelpe-praest is ready to come here at any time; a day more or less will make no difference." "The next 'but' is, whether the Herr Pastor would like it," said Hardy. "That I am sure he will; but he must consider the expense," replied Helga, "and there would be the extra railway expense of my returning here."