The priest listened patiently, and did not reject the idea at once.
“Really, now!” he said, with a smile. “Why, perhaps you're right. But it
will cost a lot of money. And why should we trouble about it at all?”
“It's seventy paces from the house to the well we started to dig.
Seventy steps for the maids to go through mud and snow and all sorts,
summer and winter.”
“That's true, yes. But this other way would cost a terrible lot of
money.”
“Not counting the well--that you'll have to have in any case; the whole
installation, with work and material, ought not to come to more than a
couple of hundred Kroner,” said I.
The priest looked surprised.
“Is that all?”
“Yes.”
I waited a little each time before answering, as if I were slow by
nature, and born so. But, really, I had thought out the whole thing
beforehand.
“It would be a great convenience, that's true,” said the priest
thoughtfully. “And that water tub in the kitchen does make a lot of
mess.”
“And it will save carrying water to the bedrooms as well.”
“The bedrooms are all upstairs. It won't help us there, I'm afraid.”
“We can run the pipes up to the first floor.”
“Can we, though? Up to the bedrooms? Will there be pressure enough for
that, do you think?”
Here I waited longer than usual before answering, as a stolid fellow,
who did not undertake things lightly.
“I think I can answer for a jet the height of the roof,” I said.
“Really, now!” exclaimed the priest. And then again: “Come and let us
see where you think of digging the well.”
We went up the hill, the priest, Harald, and I, and I let the priest
look through my instrument, and showed him that there would be more than
pressure enough.
“I must talk to the other man about it,” he said.
But I cut out Grindhusen at once, and said: “Grindhusen? He's no idea of
this work at all.”
The priest looked at me.
“Really?” he said.
Then we went down again, the priest talking as if to himself.
“Quite right; yes. It's an endless business fetching water in the
winter. And summer, too, for that matter. I must see what the women
think about it.”
And he went indoors.
After ten minutes or so, I was sent for round to the front steps; the
whole family were there now.
“So you're the man who's going to give us water laid on to the house?”
said Fruen kindly.
I took off my cap and bowed in a heavy, stolid fashion, and the priest
answered for me: yes, this was the man.
Frøkenen gave me one curious glance, and then started talking in an
undertone to her brother. Fruen went on with more questions--would it
really be a proper water-supply like they had in town, just turn on
a tap and there was the water all ready? And for upstairs as well? A
couple of hundred Kroner? “Really, I think you ought to say yes,” she
said to her husband.
“You think so? Well, let's all go up to the top of the hill and look
through the thing and see.”
We went up the hill, and I set the instrument for them and let them
look.
“Wonderful!” said Fruen.
But Frøkenen said never a word.
The priest asked:
“But are you sure there's water here?”
I answered carefully, as a man of sober judgment, that it was not a
thing to swear to beforehand, but there was every sign of it.
“What sort of signs?” asked Fruen.
“The nature of the ground. And you'll notice there's willow and osiers
growing about. And they like a wet soil.”
The priest nodded, and said:
“He knows his business, Marie, you can see.”
On the way back, Fruen had got so far as to argue quite unwarrantably
that she could manage with one maid less once they'd water laid on. And
not to fail her, I put in:
“In summer at least you might. You could water all the garden with a
hose fixed to the tap and carried out through the cellar window.”
“Splendid!” she exclaimed.
But I did not venture to speak of laying a pipe to the cow-shed. I had
realized all the time that with a well twice the size, and a branch
pipe across the yard, the dairymaid would be saved as much as the
kitchen-maids in the house. But it would cost nearly twice as much. No,
it was not wise to put forward so great a scheme.
Even as it was, I had to agree to wait till Grindhusen came back. The
priest said he wanted to sleep on it.