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"Certainly," said the Professor hastily, " every one will be rejoiced to go."
"I can only take one, that is I can only pay for one," I interposed, feeling that caution was necessary; "and that one must speak either French or English."
"Oh! yes, every one does so; I will get a student, or candidat, who will be delighted to make a little journey."
"A candidat, that is the best; a clergyman that is to be ;—the very thing," I said.
"The very thing," the Professor repeated, as if he liked the phrase. "I know one who will do excellently. You must have two carrioles."
"And drive myself still!"
"That is true; no, that will not do. An English clergyman was just in the same distress with his wife the other day; of course he wished for the carriole, but as she did not wish that they should be separated, he proposed that their carrioles should be tied together. But have you seen a carriole yet? I suppose they are fashionable in England now; the Englishmen take many over."
"More —" Herr B. now called out that his carriole should be brought into the court. The servant held up the shafts; he put himself into a little bit of a leather covered seat, between very high large wheels, and put a foot on each shaft.
"See now," said Herr B., "you must sit so; and when you go fast down the hills you must lean back, so; and then the horse will gallop down without your minding him."
""Very pleasant! thank you; I do not think it would suit me; besides if the candidat drives, where could he go?"
"The driver stands on the board behind."
"And would the candidat do that?"
"Nay, I think not. Besides, you have a portmanteau, and also the postboy must come with you from stage to stage, so he will sit on the portmanteau and drive you.''
"You had better immediately make a trial of this carriole," said Herr B.
I was clapped into it almost as soon as the horse was; the servant stood on the board behind, held the long reins d la Hansom-cabman, and we set off in a manner, and with a motion, that deprived me of the power of utterance. I held my cheeks with both hands, for I feared they would drop off. I had once fondly imagined myself travelling over Norway in a carriole, but how little did I then imagine what a carriole was! And over the rough pavement of Christiania, with the open drains across them, that cause even a spring carriage to jolt you half a yard up from your seat! "What torture I endured, without being able to express it. Strange to say it was in my cheeks I felt the jolting most.
"That carriole is not very good," said Herr B., complacently, when I returned with a face of crimson, and a hand holding my forehead; "but I hope you like it."
"The thing has no springs," I muttered.
"No, we do not like springs to carrioles; they
swing then so,—and that is sickening," he answered, swinging himself to show the motion.
"I will desire the Candidat to take a gig for you," said the good Professor, looking at me with silent compassion.
'' That will be better. And when shall I set off?"
"Dear! you arrange matters quickly in Norway," I remarked; but fearful of throwing an obstacle in the way, I did not petition for more time.
I had no idea travelling was so easily arranged in Norway; but now I must get ready for tomorrow.
The "to-morrow" came; I could scarcely sleep from excitement. However, having my travels before me, I tried to make a good breakfast. Every book of travels in the North I had read asserted that in these regions one might always calculate on good eggs. So eggs I always have ordered hitherto; in the Hotel de Scandinavie, however, I think they must be reserved for the use of us English only, for they have invariably been kept too long when presented to me. I was ready, notwithstanding, and had my bonnet in my hand when the Professor came into the room which is appropriated to my receptions.
"Is the gig ready, Herr Professor?"
"And the Candidat?"
"He cannot be got into it."
"Got in! How?"
"He is too big. He could not be got into the carriole, and he just fills the gig."
It was true: to crush the Candidat into a carriole would have been a refinement on thumbscrewing.
"No matter," said the good-natured Professor, "I have another plan for you, just what you call the very thing. There is a Lieutenant who wants to go to see his family somewhere on the road to Bergen; he is glad to have a free passage, and will attend you."
"Then I must go on the road to Bergen. Very well; it is the most beautiful road."
"I will go for him now, and return in half an hour."
"What easy resources they have here!" I said to myself.
In three or four hours the Professor returned.