Snorro’s brow clouded. “I like not to meddle in the matter. What must be is sure to happen, whether I speak or speak not.”
“But mind this—it will be thy duty to speak well of Margaret Vedder. The whole town do that now.”
“She was ever a good woman some way. There is not now a name too good for her. It hath become the fashion to praise Jan Vedder’s wife, and also to pity her. If thou heard the talk, thou would think that Jan was wholly to blame. For all that, I do not think she is worthy of Jan. Why does she not talk to her 246 son of his father? Who ever saw her weep at Jan’s name? I had liked her better if she had wept more.”
“It is little men know of women; their smiles and their tears alike are seldom what they seem. I think Margaret loves her husband and mourns his loss sincerely; but she is not a woman to go into the market-place to weep. Do what is right and just to her, I counsel thee to do that. Now I will say ‘Farewell, brave Snorro.’ We may not meet again, for I am growing old.”
“We shall anchor in the same harbor at last. If thou go first, whatever sea I am on, speak me on thy way, if thou can do so.”
“Perhaps so. Who can tell? Farewell, mate.”
“Farewell.”
Snorro watched him across the moor, and then going to a locked box, he took out of it a bundle in a spotted blue handkerchief. He untied it, and for a moment looked over the contents. They were a bracelet set with sapphires, a ring to match it, a gold brooch, an amber comb and necklace, a gold locket on a chain of singular beauty, a few ribbons and lace 247 collars, and a baby coral set with silver bells; the latter had been in Jan’s pocket when he was shipwrecked, and it was bruised and tarnished. The sight of it made Snorro’s eyes fill, and he hastily knotted the whole of the trinkets together and went down to Margaret’s home.
It was near nine o’clock and Margaret was tired and not very glad to see him coming, for she feared his voice would awake little Jan who was sleeping in his father’s chair. Rather wearily she said, “What is the matter, Snorro? Is any one sick? Speak low, for little Jan is asleep, and he has been very tiresome to-night.”
“Nothing much is the matter, to thee. As for me, I am going away in the morning to the mainland. I may not be back very soon, and I want to kiss Jan, and to give thee some things which belong to thee, if thou cares for them.”