"
"Thank you, a thousand times! When Ragnar returns, through God's
assistance we will repay you."
* * * * *
Gottlieb's heart bounded with joy, as he proceeded on his road towards
Almvik, but the heart of another traveller in the same direction was
oppressed with gloomy forebodings. It is almost unnecessary to say that
the latter traveller was Mr. Fabian H----. On his arrival at Almvik he
entered his wife's chamber trembling with anxiety, lest Gottlieb had
been there before him.
"What is the matter with you?" inquired his wife, who had already
retired to her bed; "has the horse been balky, or have you met with an
accident?"
"Nothing, nothing, darling Ulgenie; but my head has been heavy all the
afternoon."
"That is caused by your excessive sleeping," said Mrs. Ulrica.
"Perhaps it is. Hereafter I shall sleep less, and after this, my dear
wife, I will follow your advice in everything."
"Then, my dear, you will be a good husband. If I should always find you
so, I would not have so many causes for complaint.
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