Ticket No. “9672” by Jules Verne

“What time is it?” inquired Dame Hansen, shaking the ashes from her pipe, the last curling rings from which were slowly disappearing between the stained rafters overhead.
“Eight o’clock, mother,” replied Hulda.
“It isn’t likely that any travelers will come to-night. The weather is too stormy.”
“I agree with you. At all events, the rooms are in readiness, and if any one comes, I shall be sure to hear them.”
“Has your brother returned?”
“Not yet.”
“Didn’t he say he would be back to-night?”
“No, mother. Joel went to take a traveler to Lake Tinn, and as he didn’t start until very late, I do not think he can get back to Dal before to-morrow.”
“Then he will spend the night at Moel, probably.”
“Yes; unless he should take it into his head to go on to Bamble to see Farmer Helmboe.”
“And his daughter Siegfrid.”
“Yes. Siegfrid, my best friend, whom I love like a sister!” replied the young girl, smiling.