Chapter 21

In a small house at Tonsberg, at the entrance to the beautiful
Christiana fjord, the first summer of their married life passed without
a cloud upon its sky. The house and all about it, with its flowers in
each window, were a model of neatness and Dutch polish; and with
Elizabeth herself as a centre to it all, it was no wonder that Salvé's
crew found him indifferent to all weathers when it was a question of
getting home.

The charming young skipper's wife, however, during her husband's
frequent absences, had attracted the notice of some of the leading
families of the town, and had come presently to be if not exactly on
intimate terms, at all events on a footing of acquaintanceship with many
of them; and Salvé's enjoyment of his home ceased then to be so
perfectly unalloyed.

When Elizabeth recounted to him the flattering proofs of appreciation
which she received, he listened in silence; and her social successes,
instead of giving him pleasure, had a precisely opposite effect. He
would not for the world have said a word to express his dislike of her
making such acquaintances; and he even, when they went to church
together on Sundays, liked her to be as well-dressed as any of these
fine friends who now seemed to share his wife with him. But if he said
nothing, and was even angry with himself for thinking about the subject,
still he did think about it, and with increasing irritation. He could
not get the idea out of his head that Elizabeth must now be always
contrasting him unfavourably with these people; and as he paced the deck
of his brig alone out at sea, he would picture them to himself as
constantly in his house, and always talking on the subject which he
could least endure--the sacrifice which Elizabeth must have made to
become his wife.

When their son Gjert was born in the spring following their marriage, he
had been sitting by Elizabeth's bedside unable to tear himself away from
her and the cradle, until a small present arrived from one of her
friends in the town, who with others had often sent to inquire after
her, when he got up and went straight out of the house and paced
backwards and forwards with his hands behind his back outside, as she
could see through the window, thoroughly out of humour, though when he
came in again he was even more affectionate and attentive to her than
before.

As she never for a moment imagined that he could think her deep love for
him could be in any way affected by the slight surface interest which
her new acquaintances afforded her, she looked upon his jealousy of
them, of which she had had indications often enough before, as a
weakness merely to which he ought to have been superior; and as he said
nothing himself on the subject,