Lagerlöf, Selma, 1858-1940 -- Translations into English; Short stories, Swedish -- Translations into English; Sweden -- Fiction
Gudmund sat in the living-room at Närlunda beside his mother and talked
with her. His father was sitting a little way from them, smoking. He
looked pleased and said not a word. It was apparent that he thought
everything was going now as it should and that it was not necessary for
him to interfere.
"I wonder, mother, what you would have said if you had got Helga for a
daughter-in-law?" ventured Gudmund.
Mother Ingeborg raised her head and said in a firm voice, "I will with
pleasure welcome any daughter-in-law if I only know that she loves you
as a wife should love her husband."
This was barely spoken when they saw Hildur Ericsdotter drive into the
yard. She came immediately into the cottage and was unlike herself in
many respects. She did not step into the room with her usual briskness,
but it appeared almost as though she were inclined to pause near the
door, like some poor beggarwoman.
However, she came forward finally and shook hands with mother Ingeborg
and Erland. Then she turned to Gudmund: "It is with you that I would
have a word or two."
Gudmund arose, and they went into the side room. He arranged a chair for
Hildur, but she did not seat herself. She blushed with embarrassment,
and the words dropped slowly and heavily from her lips. "I was--yes, it
was much too hard--that which I said to you this morning."
"We came so abruptly, Hildur," said Gudmund.
She grew still more red and embarrassed. "I should have thought twice.
We could--it would of course--"
"It is probably best as it is, Hildur. It is nothing to speak of now,
but it was kind of you to come."
She put her hands to her face, drew a breath as deep as a sigh, then
raised her head again.
"No!" she said, "I can't do it in this way. I don't want you to think
that I'm better than I am. There was some one who came to me and told me
that you were not guilty and advised me to hurry over here at once and
make everything right again. And I was not to mention that I already
knew you were innocent, for then you wouldn't think it so noble of me to
come. Now I want to say to you that I wish I had thought of this myself,
but I hadn't. But I have longed for you all day and wished that all
might be well between us. Whichever way it turns out, I want to say that
I am glad you are innocent."
"Who advised you to do this?" asked Gudmund.
"I was not to tell you that."
"I am surprised that any one should know of it. Father has but just
returned from the Sheriff. He telegraphed to the city, and an answer has
come that the real murderer has already been found."
As Gudmund was relating this, Hildur felt that her legs were beginning
to shake, and she sat down quickly in the chair. She was frightened
because Gudmund was so calm and pleasant, and she was beginning to
perceive that he was wholly out of her power. "I can understand that you
can never forget how I behaved to you this forenoon."
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