“We must see them,” cried all the ladies.
“Do you often visit the picture-gallery of the Christiansborg?” inquired Otto.
“I cannot say that we do!” returned Mrs. Berger. “You well know that what is near one seldom sees, unless one makes a downright earnest attempt, and that we have not yet done. Besides, not many people go up: that wandering about the great halls is so wearying.”
“There are splendid pieces by Ruysdal!” said Otto.
“Salvator Rosa’s glorious ‘Jonas’ is well worth looking at!”
“Yes, we really must go at once, whilst our little Maja is here. It does not cost more than the Exhibition, and we were there three times last year. The view from the castle windows toward the canal, as well as toward the ramparts, is so beautiful, they say.”
The company now viewed the interior of Lethraborg, and then wandered through the garden and in the wood. The trees had their autumnal coloring, but the whole presented a variety of tints far richer than one finds in summer. The dark fir-trees, the yellow beeches and oaks, whose outermost branches had sent forth light green shoots, presented a most picturesque effect, and formed a splendid foreground to the view over old Leire, the royal city, now a small village, and across the bay to the splendid cathedral.
“That resembles a scene in a theatre!” cried Mrs. Berger, and immediately the company were deep in dramatic affairs.
“Such a decoration they should have in the royal theatre!” said Hans Peter.
“Yes, they should have many such!” said Grethe. “They should have some other pieces than those they have. I know not how it is with our poets; they have no inventive power. Relate the droll idea which thou hadst the other day for a new piece!” said she to her lover, and stroked his cheeks.