h the increasing
and arranging of Jacobi's wardrobe. She began already to think about
putting in hand a fine piece of linen-weaving. She actually had
consented to the quick betrothal, principally, as she herself confessed
to Eva, "in order to have him better under her hands."

Good reader--and if thou art a Candidate, good Candidate--pardon "our
eldest" if she gave her consent somewhat in mercy. We can assure thee,
that our Jacobi was no worse off on that account; so he himself seemed
to think, and his joy and cordiality seemed to have great influence in
banishing "the cathedral" out of Louise's demeanour.

This view of the connexion, and the hearty joy which Louise's brother
and sisters expressed over this betrothal, and which proved how beloved
Jacobi was by them all, smoothed the wrinkles from the brow of the
Judge, and let Elise's heart feel the sweetest satisfaction. Henrik,
especially, declared loudly his delight in having his beloved friend and
instructor for a brother-in-law--an actual brother.

"And now listen, brother-in-law," said he, fixing his large eyes on
Louise; "assume your rights as master of the house properly, brother
dear; and don't let the slippers be master of the house. If you marry a
queen, you must be king, you understand that very well, and must take
care of your majesty; and if she look like a cathedral, why then do you
look like the last judgment, and thunder accordingly! You laugh; but
you must not receive my advice so lightly, but lay it seriously to
heart, and----but, dear friend, shall we not have a little bowl this
evening? shall we not, mamma dear? Yes, certainly we will! I shall have
the honour of mixing it myself. Shall we not drink the health of your
majesties? I shall mix a bowl--sugar and oranges!--a bowl! a bowl!"

With this exclamation Henrik rushed with outstretched arms to the door,
which at that moment opened, and he embraced the worthy Mrs. Gunilla.

"He! thou--good heaven! Best-beloved!" exclaimed she, "he, he, he, he!
what is up here? He never thought, did he, that he should take the old
woman in his arms! he, he, he, he!"

Henrik excused himself in the most reverential and cordial manner,
explained the cause of his ecstasy, and introduced to her the
newly-betrothed. Mrs. Gunilla at first was astonished, and then affected
to tears. She embraced Elise, and then Louise, and Jacobi also. "God
bless you!" said she, with all her beautiful quiet cordiality, and then,
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