Björnson
Lars answered him thoroughly on the last point, and then added:
“However, one thing and another lead me to doubt whether this parish is managed for the sake of the living or the dead; furthermore, whether it is the love and hatred of a single family which controls matters here, or the good of the whole.”
Knud answered quickly: “I do not know whether he who has just spoken has been least benefited by this family—both by the dead and by him who now lives.”
The first shot was aimed at the fact that Knud’s powerful grandfather had saved the gard for Lars’s paternal grandfather, when the latter, on his part, was absent on a little excursion to the penitentiary.
The straw which long had been in brisk motion suddenly became still.
“It is not my way to keep talking everywhere about myself and my family,” said Lars, then turned again with calm superiority to the subject under discussion, briefly reviewing all the points with one definite object. Knud had to admit to himself that he had never viewed the matter from such a broad standpoint; involuntarily he raised his eyes and looked at Lars, who stood before him, tall, heavily built, with clearness on the vigorous brow and in the deep eyes. The lips were tightly compressed, the straw still played in the corner of his mouth; all the surrounding lines indicated vigor. He kept his hands behind him, and stood rigidly erect, while his voice was as deep and as hollow as if it proceeded from the depths of the earth. For the first time in his life Knud saw him as he was, and in his inmost soul he was afraid of him; for this man must always have been his superior. He had taken all Knud himself knew and could impart; he had rejected the tares and kept what produced this strong, hidden growth.
He had been fostered and loved by Knud, but had now become a giant who hated Knud deeply, terribly. Knud could not explain to himself why, but as he looked at Lars he instinctively felt this to be so, and all else becoming swallowed up in this thought he started up, exclaiming:
“But Lars! Lars! what in Heaven’s name is the matter with you?” His agitation overcame him—“you, whom I have—you who have—”