They entered.

A little child stood by the fireplace eating charcoal; its whole face was black, but as it looked up and laughed it displayed white teeth,--it was the brother's child.
There on the bed, with a heap of clothes thrown over him, lay Anders, emaciated, with smooth, high forehead, and with his hollow eyes fixed on his brother.

Baard's knees trembled; he sat down at the foot of the bed and burst into a violent fit of weeping.

The sick man looked at him intently and said nothing.

At length he asked his wife to go out, but Baard made a sign to her to remain; and now these two brothers began to talk together.