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Froken Elisabeth rang off, and said shortly: "She had to go and see some friends." We went back to our seat, and had some more wine; I tried to be cheerful, and suggested champagne. Yes, thanks. And then, as we're sitting there, Frokenen says suddenly: "Oh, there's Bewer! I'm so glad we're drinking champagne."
"But you can't get Fru Falkenberg," she says, beginning again. "It's simply hopeless." "No, I can't get her. Nor you either." "Are you speaking to Fru Falkenberg now again?" "No, it was to you this time." Pause. "Do you know I was in love with you? Yes, when I was at home." "This is getting quite amusing," said I, shifting up on the sofa. "Oh, we'll manage Bewer, never fear."
Have you enjoyed yourself in town?" "Oh yes, immensely. I've two boy cousins here, and then there were their friends as well." "Poor young Erik, out in the country," said I jestingly. "Oh, you with your young Erik. No, there's one here in town; his name's Bewer. But I'm not friends with him just now." "Oh, that won't last long." "Do you think so? Really, though, I'm rather serious about it.
And now I'll do something for you in return." I rose from my seat, and walked across to where young Bewer sat, and asked if he would not care to join us at our table. I brought him along; Froken Elisabeth flushed hotly as he came up. Then I talked those two young people well together, which done, I suddenly remembered I had some business to do, and must go off at once.
"Yes, only fancy, I used to go up to the churchyard to meet you in the evenings. But you, foolish person, you didn't see it a bit." "Now you're talking to Bewer, of course," said I. "No, it's perfectly true. And I came over one day when you were working in the potato fields. It wasn't your young Erik I came to see, not a bit."
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