He wrote; then read in a low tone, “Referred for acceptance, and the meeting adjourned.”  Canute, rising and closing the “Records,” blushed deeply, but resolved to have this vote defeated in the parish meeting.  In the yard he hitched his horse to the wagon, and Lars came and seated himself by his side.  On the way home they spoke upon various subjects, but not upon this.

On the following day Canute’s wife started for Lars’ house, to inquire of his wife if anything had happened between their husbands; Canute had appeared so queerly when he returned home the evening previous.  A little beyond the house she met Lars’ wife, who came to make the same inquiry on account of a similar peculiar behavior in her husband.  Lars’ wife was a quiet, timid thing, easily frightened, not by hard words, but by silence; for Lars never spoke to her unless she had done wrong, or he feared she would do so.  On the contrary, Canute Aakre’s wife spoke much with her husband, and particularly about the commissioners’ meetings, for lately they had taken his thoughts, work, and love from her and the children.  She was jealous of it as of a woman, she wept at night about it, and quarrelled with her husband concerning it in the day.  But now she could say nothing; for once he had returned home unhappy; she immediately became much more so than he, and for the life of her she must know what was the matter.  So as Lars’ wife could tell her nothing, she had to go for information out in the parish, where she obtained it, and of course was instantly of her husband’s opinion, thinking Lars incomprehensible, not to say bad.  But when she let her husband perceive this, she felt that, notwithstanding what had occurred, no friendship was broken between them; on the contrary, that he liked Lars very much.

The day for the parish meeting came.  In the morning, Lars Hogstad drove over for Canute Aakre, who came out and took a seat beside him.  They saluted each other as usual, spoke a little less than they were wont on the way, but not at all of the proposal.  The meeting was full; some, too, had come in as spectators, which Canute did not like, for he perceived by this a little excitement in the parish.  Lars had his straw, and stood by the stove, warming himself, for the autumn had begun to be cold.  The chairman read the proposal in a subdued and careful manner, adding, that it came from the Foged, who was not habitually fortunate.  The building was a gift, and such things it was not customary to part with, least of all when there was no necessity for it.

Lars, who never before had spoken in the meetings, to the surprise of all, took the floor.  His voice trembled; whether this was caused by regard for Canute, or anxiety for the success of the bill, we cannot say; but his arguments were clear, good, and of such a comprehensive and compact character as had hardly before been heard in these meetings.  In concluding, he said: 

“Of what importance is it that the proposal is from the Foged?—­ none,—­or who it was that erected the house, or in what way it became the public property?”