"Per Bratvold's is the best house, but there are several others that will do well enough." "Let us go to Per's," said the clergyman.
For a long time Madeleine had not been certain whether Martens knew of her adventure with Per; but after a short time of married life, she found that a story does not travel very far, without reaching the clergyman, and without looking up she felt that his eye was resting upon her, with the smile with which he used to bend her to his will.
Per was in the peat-shed when they drove up, and saw her as he peeped through a chink in the boards.

The moment he did so, he involuntarily took the quid of tobacco out of his mouth and threw it from him.

After waiting a long time, he had begun again to chew tobacco, and after a still longer time he had married.

It was thus Per's wife who, with numberless excuses, conducted the clergyman and his lady into the best room.

She repeated that it was not what such people were accustomed to.
While she went out to find Per, and introduce him to the strangers, the pastor went round the room examining the curiosities it contained.
Madeleine sat gazing out of the window.