Fruen sat in the stern, wearing the same pitiful shoes; they had been patched, but were grown most heartily ugly thereby. Yet she was not downcast for that; far from it; her eyes shone, and she was joyful at the thought of coming to some new place, to see what there might be. Though she could not help feeling a wistful regret for a big grey pebblestone that her husband would not let her put in her trunk, for all it was so pretty to see. They pushed off from land, and there was a waving of hats and sou’westers and handkerchiefs, and calling “_Farvel!_” from the boat and from the shore. Then Rolandsen went on board. He had to be at Rosengaard that evening; a double engagement was to be celebrated, and here again he could not let slip the chance of being polite. Mack’s boat had no pennant at the mast, wherefore he had borrowed a magnificent one of huge dimensions on his own account, and had it hoisted before setting out. He came to Rosengaard that evening. The great trading station was evidently decked for a festival; there were lights in the windows on both floors, and the ships in the harbour were fluttering their flags, though it was already dark. Rolandsen said to his men, “Go ashore now, and send three others to relieve; I shall be starting back to the factory at midnight.” Frederik Mack came out at once to receive him, and Frederik was in high spirits. He had now every hope of getting that berth as mate; then he would be able to marry, and be something on his own account. Old Mack too was pleased, and wore the decoration given him by the King on the royal visit to Finmarken. Neither Elise nor Captain Henriksen were to be seen--cooing somewhere by themselves, no doubt. Rolandsen took a glass or so, and set himself to be quiet and strong. He sat down with Old Mack, and talked over various matters of business: this dye-stuff, now, that he had discovered; it had seemed a trifle at first, but already it looked like becoming a main product, perhaps the chief of all. He needed machinery and plant, apparatus for distilling. Elise came by; she looked Rolandsen full in the face and said, “_Godaften_” out loud, and nodded. Rolandsen stood up and bowed, but she walked by. “She’s very busy this evening,” said Mack. “And we shall have to have everything in readiness before the Lofoten fishing begins,” said Rolandsen, sitting down again. Ho-ho! He was not to be crushed, not to be in the least put out by any sort of feeling!--“I still think the best thing to do would be to charter a small steamer and send up, with Frederik as master.” “Frederik may be getting another post now. But we can talk it all over to-morrow; there’s plenty of time.” “I am going back to-night.” “Nonsense!” said Mack. “There’s no earthly need for that.” Rolandsen stood up and said shortly, “At midnight.” Firm and inflexible, that was the way.