by Fredrika Bremer
Translated By Mary Howitt.
Harald found himself there for the purpose of tasting the new beer which Susanna had brewed; but before he had swallowed down a good draught, he said, with a horrible grimace, “It is good for nothing—good for nothing at all!”
Somewhat excited, Susanna made reply, “Perhaps you will also assert that Baroness Rosenhjelm’s brewing-recipe is good for nothing!”
“That I assert decidedly. Does not she give coffee-parties? And a coffee-bibber is always a bad housewife; and as Baroness Rosenhjelm is a coffee-bibber, therefore——”
“I must tell you,” interrupted Susanna, vehemently, “that it is unbecoming and profane of you to talk in this way of such an excellent lady, and a person of such high rank!”
“High! How high may she be?”
“A deal higher than you are, or ever can be, that I can assure you!”
“Higher than me! then of a certainty she goes on stilts. Now, I must say that is the very tip-top of gentility and politeness. One may forgive a lady giving coffee-parties, and decorating and dressing herself up, but to go on stilts, only on purpose to be higher than other folks, and to be able to look over their heads, that is coming it strong over us. How can such a high person ever come down low enough to brew good beer? But a Swedish woman can never brew good beer, for——”
“She will not brew a single drop for you abominable Norwegians, for you have neither reason, nor understanding, nor taste, nor——”
Out of the brewhouse flew Susanna, in the highest indignation, throwing down a glass of beer which Harald had poured out during the contention for her, but which now would have gone right over if he had not saved it by a spring.
Towards the evening of the same day we see the contending parties again met in