The paint arrived, but was put aside for the time being;
we had not done with the field-work yet by a long way, though we were
using both the carriage horses for sowing and harrowing, and when it came
to planting potatoes, Nils had to ask up at the house for the maids to
come and help. The Captain gave him leave, said yes to all that was asked,
and went off to manoeuvres. So we were left to ourselves.
But there was a big scene between husband and wife before he went.
Every one of us on the place knew there was trouble between them, and
Ragnhild and the dairymaid were always talking about it. The fields were
coming on nicely now, and you could see the change in the grassland from
day to day; it was fine spring weather, and all things doing well that
grew, but there was trouble and strife at Ovrebo. Fruen could be seen at
times with a face that showed she had been crying; or other times with an
air of exaggerated haughtiness, as if she cared nothing for any one. Her
mother came--a pale, quiet lady with spectacles and a face like a mouse.
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