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Garman and Worse

Chapter 7 No.7

Word Count: 3444    |    Released on: 06/12/2017

nce invited her to come and pay her a visit in the town. Nothing had hitherto come of the invitation, for even

. She stopped and noticed the contrast. The dark hair and slightly gipsy complexion of her cousin set off her own fair skin and light hair most admirably. It is true that Madeleine was taller, and her figure rather more stately, but the face its

y very much annoyed with you, for never coming down to see us in the town. As a

e blue eyes looked so charmingly out through their lashes; the pose of the head was so elegant; while roun

ing at?" asked Fan

retty," answered Made

aughed her cousin, turning colour a l

ements the town offered, and occasionally there were small réunions either in their own house, or in those of some of their acquaintances. Wherever they

ere so many guests, and so many business acquaintances who came either to dinner or supper, that the absence of any particular person attracted but little attention. Madeleine, therefore, soon perceived that

en she came back from a visit in the town, he would pat her on th

anny's carriage to drive down to the to

om us again?" said he, with a

ter much stammering and hesitation, she at last man

l, as he patted her on the cheek. "I wish y

red whether she were there or not? More probably she was only in the way. She could not help regretting her defective education, and a few days after, when she returned to Sandsgaard,

g after him till he was out of sight. She had then made a vow to keep true to him, no matter what her relations might say, and she knew well enough they would all b

o it. She had at the same time quite made up her mind to confess openly how matters stood, and to say plainly that although he was nothing but a simple peasant and fisherman, she, Madeleine Garman, would be true to him. But in the course of conversation she could not discover even the most distant hint at her adventure

se was always kept in the best of order. Old mah

oms were gay with jardinières, and vases containing flowers and choice foliage plants; while small tables and luxurious armchairs were grouped about the room. The

deleine could not help feeling she must move about noiselessly, or sit demurely in a corner. At Fanny's her feelings were very

as quite out of place. Fanny took but little notice of him, and his opinion was neve

et him, it was almost impossible to get him right again. Old-fashioned people, therefore, preferred going out to Sandsgaard, and dealing with the young Consul personally; it was a slower process, but the result might be reckoned on with the greatest

alousy. She understood him well enough to know that if at any time she should have occasion for hi

eyeing us, the worthy man! He is taking off his hat.--Good morning,"

e upon the street. Martens, who was the resident chaplain, was among her most frequent guests, especially since she had taken it into her head that he admired Madeleine. There was nothing remarkable that Fanny should have her attention taken up in finding a suitable parti for the chaplain. The whole

aplain, as he came into the room. "I could not resist your kind invitation, although I k

nce to such a child of the world as I am, always causes m

hed at it," answered the chaplai

o? who?" cried

are observed by the hundred eyes of our congregation; and the fact is, there are several most re

listen, Madeleine!"

ood humouredly; "but it might be very embarrassing for me,

on now. I was under the im

. You see, when I first came I took up with some of our so-called Evangelical neighbours; respect

aut?" sugge

ot exactly the expression I was looking f

as she took the cup of chocolate wh

nt to know him; then everything smoothed itself down so nicely that, if I may venture to say so, the relations b

een; and if one did not understand a word of his sermon, it would still be most

' the best thing of the kind that has appeared in our literature for th

silent pea

bench befo

ce?" asked Made

y, that the poem had been written after Sparre had become dean, and that

foolish question, and went to the wi

ver can quite make up my mind exactly where it lies; but when you are face to face with him, you fee

p?" aske

n will have the first bishopric that becomes

his imposing figure and white hair, and the gold cross shining on his breast? It is a pity ours is not a cathedr

eep blush on her face, as she stammer

om the other side of the street. She returned his bow, and, observing Madeleine c

said the chaplain,

u leave to go, Mr. Martens; w

continued, "Now, in your position as clergyman, you re

My conversion is already about as perfect as it can be. Mr. Johnsen and I have

ng on religious sub

d the chaplain, who had got his hat, a

d to Sandsgaard. It appears that he had an

again!" s

eally must allow me. I have already been here

s she was carrying the tray with the cups upon it, he was obliged to content himself with giving her a warm and resp

icular way of taking up his words, turning them into ridicule, and exciting laughter among the hearers, which was most unpleasant. The chaplain did not care very much, either, for Mr. Johnsen.

e clergyman's place, than the

t much like Johnsen's going

reason I mentione

at is the matter with my learned sister-in-law? Rachel, who is generally as cold and unsympathetic

ppears attracted towards any

minded me somewhat of Brand in Ibsen's play, or something of that sort; but really, how tiresome he is,

is among the people!" said Delphin,

en they were alone; he had then a frank, genuine manner that she found particularly attractive. She could talk to Mr. Delphin on many subjects which she would never have had the courag

"Just look! there is Jacob Worse. I declare, he is passing the house without looking up; but I saw him speak to so

ck he was talking to. Freddy," she cried, looking out of the

e scrambling up the stairs. The maid opened the door for him, and his mother asked, as she pou

wered the child, looking

Delphin," explained Fanny, laughing. "My son's manners are not ye

n town," answered the child, p

rs found so amusing, but she joined in the

orge Delphin, as he took his leave;

ny, holding up her taper f

nt manner would sometimes appear. She was not accustomed to all these questions, innuendoes, and allusions, which always seemed to take the same direction; but at last she became so fascinated by her lively an

gure, and his clothes fitted as if he had been melted into them. There was an air of distinction about his black moustache an

who was clearing the table,

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