“What! is he actually in England?” said Cecil, taking up the reading-lamp to carry it into the next room. “Yes, poor fellow,” said Roy. Something in his tone made Cecil’s heart beat quickly; she could not have accounted for the strength of the feeling which suddenly overwhelmed her; she hardly knew what it was she feared so much, or why such a sudden panic had seized upon her; she trembled from head to foot, and was glad as they crossed the hall to hand the lamp to Roy, glancing up at him as she did so, apprehensively. “Why do you say poor fellow?” she asked. “Oh, Roy, what is the matter? what—what has happened to him?” CHAPTER VIII. “The house seems quiet without Frithiof,” remarked Herr Falck on the Monday after his son’s departure. Frithiof at that very moment was walking through the streets of Hull, feeling lonely and desolate enough. They felt desolate without him at Bergen, and began to talk much of his return, and to wonder when the wedding would be, and to settle what presents they would give Blanche. The dining-room looked very pleasant on that October morning. Sigrid, though never quite happy when her twin was away, was looking forward eagerly to his return, and was so much cheered by the improvement in her father’s health and spirits that she felt more at rest than she had done for some time. Little Swanhild, whose passion for Blanche increased daily, was in the seventh heaven of happiness, and though she had not been told everything, knew quite well that the general expectation was that Frithiof would be betrothed to her ideal. As for Herr Falck he looked eager and hopeful, and it seemed as if some cloud of care had been lifted off him. He talked more than he had done of late, teased Swanhild merrily about her lessons, and kept both girls laughing and chattering at the table till Swanhild had to run off in a hurry, declaring that she should be late for school. “You should not tell such funny stories in the morning, little father!” she said laughingly, as she stopped for the customary kiss and “_tak for maden_” (thanks for the meal) on her way out of the room. “Ah, but to laugh is so good for the digestion,” said Herr Falck. “You will read English all the better in consequence. See if you don’t.” “Are you busy to-day, father?” asked Sigrid, as the door closed behind the little girl. “Not at all. I shall take a walk before going to the office. I tell you what, Sigrid, you shall come with me and get a new English story at Beyer’s, to cheer you in Frithiof’s absence. What was the novel some one told you gave the best description of English home life?” “‘Wives and Daughters,’” said Sigrid. “Well, let us get it then, and afterward we will take a turn above Walkendorf’s Tower, and see if there is any sign of our vessels from Iceland.” “You heard good news of them last month, did you not?” asked Sigrid.