"Ay, that he did. Geissler he wouldn't buy things and not pay for them."
"What did you get, then?"
"H'm. Well, you might not believe it—but it was two hundred Daler."
"You got two hundred Daler!" shouts Inger, stopping again with a "Ptro!"
"I did—yes. And I've paid for my land a long while back," said Isak.
"Well—you are a wonder, you are!"
Truly, it was a pleasure to see Inger all surprised, and make her a rich wife. Isak did not forget to add that he had no debts nor owings at the store or anywhere else. And he had not only Geissler's two hundred untouched, but more than that—a hundred and sixty Daler more. Ay, they might well be thankful to God!
They spoke of Geissler again; Inger was able to tell how he had helped to get her set free. It had not been an easy matter for him, after all, it seemed; he had been a long time getting the matter through, and had called on the Governor ever so many times. Geissler had also written to some of the State Councillors, or some other high authorities; but this he had done behind the Governor's back, and when the Governor heard of it he was furious, which was not surprising. But Geissler was not to be frightened; he demanded a revision of the case, new trial, new examination, and everything. And after that the King had to sign.
Ex-Lensmand Geissler had always been a good friend to them both, and they had often wondered why; he got nothing out of it but their poor thanks—it was more than they could understand. Inger had spoken with him in Trondhjem, and could not make him out. "He doesn't seem to care a bit about any in the village but us," she explained.
"Did he say so?"