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But Ole Henriksen declared that he was going home; he was thinking of Tidemand, who was in need of rest and quiet. They parted outside Tidemand's house. Mrs. Hanka asked abruptly, before even the door was opened: "Will you please let me have a hundred or so?" "A hundred? Hm. Certainly. But you will have to come with me to the office; I haven't got the money here."
Ole Henriksen answered modestly: "I do not suppose I could get a thousand for her if I were to sell her." "I'll give you a thousand," offered Tidemand. Pause. Ole smiled. "Cash?" he asked. "Yes; I happen to have it with me." And Tidemand took out his pocketbook and paid over the money. This occurred in the warehouse. The clerks laughed, whispered, and wondered.
He walked straight over to the Attorney, bowed, and said: "Do you mind if I sit down here? I noticed that Mr. Henriksen spoke to you; you must know him, then. As for me, I am acquainted with Miss Lynum, who was introduced to you. I am the tutor in her home; my name is Coldevin."
The father is old, but that is no reason why he should be ignored. Irgens drinks and says: "Can I take the bottle along?" And Ole Henriksen nods. On their way back through the store he pulls out a drawer from the counter, and Irgens, who understands the hint, takes something from the drawer which he puts in his mouth. It is coffee, roasted coffee; good for the breath.
So she had not wanted company, not even her own husband's; she had been in a sentimental mood? But how could she be so cruel as to let this poor fellow Gregersen ramble home all alone, drunk as he was? It was simply heartless In about a week Ole Henriksen had returned from Torahus. Ojen had remained, but Ole had brought back a young lady, his fiancee, Aagot Lynum.
But so far was he from suspecting the true condition of affairs that on the very last afternoon in London he bought her a little present, a carriage for her fiord pony on Torahus. And on his desk he found Aagot's letter with her ring enclosed. Ole Henriksen read the letter almost without grasping its meaning. His hands commenced to tremble, and his eyes were staring.
And three weeks ago, when you came back from the country, you were so happy!" "Was I? I don't remember that. Ah, well, things don't move so fast, and nothing has happened to me in these three weeks. Well, never mind; at all events, I shall go away. I must travel when the spring comes. I have always done so in the past, and I want to do the same thing now. Sit down, Mrs. Henriksen."
The old man did nothing nowadays but make out an occasional bill and balance up the cash-book; he kept to himself up-stairs most of the time, and spent many an hour in the company of some old crony, some visiting ship's captain or business acquaintance. But before retiring old Henriksen always lit a lamp, shambled down-stairs to the office, and took a last survey of the books.
No; whatever else one can accuse Ojen of, the ladies he leaves severely alone!" said Norem, good-natured and tipsy. "Your health, Mr. College Man!" shouted Gregersen again. Ole Henriksen looked at him. "Do you mean me?" he asked. "Of course, I mean you, certainly I do! Haven't you attended college? Well, aren't you a college man, then?" The Journalist, too, was a little tipsy.
Not she alone they would all come. When was he going? She turned to Ole Henriksen: "You'll come, won't you, and see Ojen off when he goes?" Ole Henriksen then gave an unexpected reply which surprised even Mrs. Hanka: He would not only go with Ojen to the station, he would go with him all the way to Torahus.
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