had gone with; she thought it was his ghost, and not very different was it with all his acquaintances. To all wondering queries he gave but scant replies. People, however, soon became better informed; for that same day he was driven out of Gunlaug’s house and by Gunlaug herself. On the steps she sent a shriek after him that rang through Holloway Street.
“Never come here again; we have had enough of your sort now!”
He had not gone far when a girl came in pursuit of him with a parcel. She had another one with her, but gave him the wrong one, for Gunnar found in it a large gold chain. He stood weighing this and looking at it; he had not understood Gunlaug’s rage before; still less did he now understand why she sent him a gold chain. He called the girl back; and then she thought she must have made a mistake, so she gave him the other parcel, and asked if that was right. The parcel proved to contain his gifts to Petra. Yes, this was surely the one; but who, then, was to have the gold chain?
“That was meant for Merchant Vold,” answered the girl, and went off with it. Gunnar paused again, and reflected. “Merchant Vold! Does he give her presents. Then it is he who has stolen her from me! Very well, then he,
