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From now on the merriment knew no bounds; they drank like sponges; even the two young poets kept up as well as they could, and talked with bloodshot eyes about Baudelaire. Milde demanded to know why Irgens had asked him for coffee. Why did he need coffee? He hoped he had not been making preparations to kiss Mrs. Hanka?
A man who wrote as much as he did could not sign his name to nonsensical notes, he said. And he rose and walked away in dignified aloofness. "Then I'll sign for him," said Milde, and seized a pencil. But Mrs. Paulsberg cried indignantly: "You will do nothing of the kind! Paulsberg has said that he does not want his name on the note, and that ought to be sufficient for all of us."
Milde laughed contemptuously and turned to Irgens, who had kept aloof from the conversation. "It looks bad for us, Irgens; the phenomenon does not approve of us." Mrs. Hanka now spoke; she wanted to smooth matters over. It could only be a misunderstanding; Mr. Coldevin would surely explain himself satisfactorily. Couldn't they listen to a man without losing their temper?
He ought by rights to send you the Rose Order set in brilliants, although you do not care about flowers or orders. Rosa Milde is going to give a few performances at Dresden, and has asked for Elizabeth as her first part. If the voice of Frau Meyer does not improve I advise you to choose Frau Milde as Isolde. I believe you will be satisfied with her, although our FRIEND Hiller praised her so much.
Irgens had asked Milde for roasted coffee, and since then had not been seen. Nobody seemed to think it strange that the two had sneaked away, and no questions were asked; Tidemand was talking to Ole Henriksen about his trip to Torahus. "But have you time to run off like this?" he asked. "I'll take time," answered Ole. "By the way, I want to tell you something by and by."
And Ole looked at him and noticed that his cuffs were not entirely clean; as a matter of fact, his dress was not quite up to his usual standard. But Milde repeated his question: wasn't it a little too commonplace to drink beer at a double celebration? "A double celebration?" asked Gregersen. "Exactly yes.
I am only saying what you already know?" But Gregersen shook his head in despair and turned to Milde. "He is impossible," he said. He emptied his glass and spoke again to Coldevin, spoke in a louder voice than necessary; he bent toward him and shouted: "For Heaven's sake, man, don't you understand that your opinions are too absurd the opinions of the self-taught man?
The door opened and Lars Paulsberg entered. He nodded to the Attorney, who returned his greeting. The Attorney pointed to a chair at his table, but Paulsberg shook his head and said: "No, I am looking for Milde. He has not done a stroke on my picture to-day." "Milde is over in the corner," said the Attorney.
With sixty-five votes to forty-four it had decided to postpone matters indefinitely; five representatives had suddenly been taken ill and could not participate in the voting. Milde declared that he was going to Australia. "But you are painting Paulsberg?" objected Norem, the Actor. "Well, what of it? I can finish that picture in a couple of days."
"He would hardly accept it," said Milde with a laugh. "But he cannot avoid it. I think often of these writers for the daily press, these faithful workers who accomplish more in a month than the poets wring from themselves during a year. They are often married men in poor circumstances; their fate is not too pleasant at best.
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