The things we do!

In the
afternoon I went for a four or five hours' ramble through the woods,
passed by Lars Falkenberg's place without going in, and came right out to
where the Captain's land joined that of the neighbouring village before I
turned back. I was surprised to see the mass of timber that had been cut.
When I got back, Nils asked: "Did you hear them singing and carrying on
last night?"
"Yes; what was it?"
"Visitors," said he, with a laugh.
Visitors! yes, there were always visitors at Ovrebo just now.
There was an extremely fat but sprightly man among them; he wore his
moustache turned up at the ends, and was a captain in the same arm of the
service as the master. I saw him and the other guests come lounging out of
the house in the course of the evening. There was a man they called
Ingenior, [Footnote: Engineer. Men are frequently addressed and referred
to by the title of their occupation, with or without adding the name.] he
was young, a little over twenty, fairly tall, brown-skinned and clean
shaven.


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