With all her deep love for her husband, Elizabeth always awaited his return now with a certain dread; and as she sat there by the window with her work, in her rather foreign, Dutch style of dress, with the rays of the evening sun streaming in upon her through the geraniums, she did not look a happy woman.  She was pale, and from time to time leaned her cheek for a moment on her hand, and closed her eyes with a wearied look, and then went on again determinedly with her sewing.  When she heard his voice unexpectedly outside the door, she jumped up hurriedly, but stopped then with a half-frightened look, hesitating whether to go out and meet him or not.

While she hesitated the door opened, and her expression changed at once to one of cheerfulness, and apparently glad surprise.

“Well, mother, how goes it?” he cried, as he entered, in a light and cheery tone, which took in a moment a weight off her heart; “and where is the ’bagman’?”—­a pet name he had for his youngest son, when he was in good humour.

Gjert’s adventure with Beck’s grandson had made him a different man to-day, and had immeasurably lightened for the time his wife’s task; but she was very careful not to let him see that she found him any different from usual.  Still, as she helped him off with his pilot-coat he noticed that her hand trembled.  His attention was diverted, however, at the moment by the appearance of Henrik in the doorway, looking very frightened and conscious, and with his trousers still tucked up over his bare legs, and with the tin cup, in which he had his shrimps, in his hand.

Gjert came in now with some of the things for the house which his father had bought in Arendal, and impressing the doleful-looking “bagman” into the service, took him down with him to the boat to help him to bring up the rest.  He had only given his mother a hurried kiss, as he had seen at a glance that all was right this time.  When it was otherwise, he always kept by her, and, in look and manner, gave her all the help he could.  He had seen from his childhood, and comprehended so much of the unhappiness of her relations with his father, that he had constituted himself her friend and support, although, at the same time, he was devoted to his father.  When Gjert was in the boat, Elizabeth had a sort of security that Salve would at all events not be absolutely reckless; and Gjert always took care that she should have news of them by other pilots or fishermen from Merdoe, from the different places they put in to.  If the boy was not with his father she would sometimes send him in to Arendal to look for him.

This time the pilot made a long stay at home, and during the whole time not a single domestic jar occurred.  For a couple, indeed, who had been married as long as they had, such unbroken harmony would, under any circumstances, have been remarkable.  Little Henrik had even had his father as a companion on one of his shrimping expeditions; and much of Salve’s time had since been taken up in rigging a little brig for his delighted son.