When he reached the angular court along two sides of which the house
was built he did not at once enter the front door. None of the
family were then about the place, and he could, therefore, go into
the stable and ask a question or two of the man who came to meet
him. His father, the man told him, had gone up early to the
wood-cutting, and would not probably return till the afternoon.
Madame Voss was no doubt inside, as was also Marie Bromar. Then the
man commenced an elaborate account of the betrothals. There never
had been at Granpere any marriage that had been half so important
as would be this marriage; no lover coming thither had ever been
blessed with so beautiful and discreet a maiden, and no maiden of
Granpere had ever before had at her feet a lover at the same time so
good-looking, so wealthy, so sagacious, and so good-tempered. The
man declared that Adrian was the luckiest fellow in the world in
finding such a wife, but his enthusiasm rose to the highest pitch
when he spoke of Marie's luck in finding such a husband. There was
no end to the good with which she would be endowed--'linen,' said
the man, holding up his hands in admiration, 'that will last out all
her grandchildren at least!' George listened to it all, and smiled,
and said a word or two--was it worth his while to come all the way
to Granpere to throw his thunderbolt at a girl who had been
captivated by promises of a chest full of house linen!
George told the man that he would go up to the wood-cutting after
his father; but before he was out of the court he changed his mind
and slowly entered the house. Why should he go to his father? What
had he to say to his father about the marriage that could not be
better said down at the house? After all, he had but little ground
of complaint against his father. It was Marie who had been untrue
to him, and it was on Marie's head that his wrath must fall. No
doubt his father would be angry with him when he should have thrown
his thunderbolt. It could not, as he thought, be hurled effectually
without his father's knowledge; but he need not tell his father the
errand on which he had come. So he changed his mind, and went into
the inn.
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