“We will build roads and open new districts.”
“We will make locks at the falls at Berg, so that there will be an open way between Löfven and Väner.”
“All the riches of the forest will be of double blessing when the way to the sea is opened.”
“Your head shall be weighed down by blessings,” cries Gösta.
The clergyman looks up. They read in one another’s eyes the same burning enthusiasm.
But at the same moment the eyes of both fall on the pile of shame.
“Gösta,” says the old man, “all that needs a young man’s strength, but I am dying. You see what is killing me.”
“Get rid of it!”
“How, Gösta Berling?”