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"Did you notice, he laughed when he said it; something must have amused him." Pause. A crowd of promenaders were sauntering continually up and down the street, back and forth, laughing and talking. Milde continued: "I have often wished that we had just one more head like Paulsberg's here in Norway." "And why, pray?" asked Irgens stiffly.
"But where shall we find a battle-ground?" asked Milde. "At your house, Grande? You have plenty of room?" Grande was not unwilling; it might be arranged; he would speak to his wife about it. For Grande was married to Mrs. Liberia, and Mrs. Liberia simply had to be consulted. It was agreed to invite Paulsberg and his wife; as contributors Mr. and Mrs.
'Andreas, she says, 'please order a glass for Milde, too. And, of course, I order a glass for Milde. I like to do it; don't believe anything else! 'I have hardly seen you to-day, she sometimes says; 'you left very early this morning. Oh, he is a fine husband! she tells the others and laughs.
They all laughed loudly. The effect was spoiled; the poet with the compass in his fob arose, pointed straight at Milde, and said furiously: "This gentleman evidently lacks all understanding of modern poetry." "Modern poetry! This sniffing at the moon and the sun, these filigree phrases and unintelligible fancies There must, at least, be a point, a climax, to everything!"
He had to leave; he was going to the telegraph office. Aagot, too, got up. "But there is no reason why you should go, Miss Lynum," said Milde. "You can come back for Miss Lynum when you have telegraphed, Ole." "Yes, I am going," said Aagot. "But if you want to stay I'll call for you in a few moments," said Ole and took his hat.
In viewing these intestine and civill broiles of ours, who doth not exclaime, that this worlds vast frame is neere unto a dissolution, and that the day of judgement is readie to fall on us? never remembering that many worse revolutions have been seene, and that whilest we are plunged in griefe, and overwhelmed in sorrow, a thousand other parts of the world besides are blessed with happinesse, and wallow in pleasures, and never thinke on us? whereas, when I behold our lives, our licence, and impunitie, I wonder to see them so milde and easie.
Grant me one supplication take off the bandage! Merciful God! I am Thy creature take off the bandage! Everybody was silent when he was through. Ojen drank; Milde was busy with a spot on his vest, and did not understand a word of what he had heard; he lifted his glass to the Journalist and whispered: "Your health!" Mrs.
Guicciardini, who was certainly no friend to him, and regarded him as the inveterate foe of Florence, describes him as "a creature of very rare perfection, most excellent for his eloquence and industry and many gifts of nature and spirit, and not unworthy of the name of milde and mercifull;" and the Milanese doctor Arluno, the author of an unpublished chronicle in the Biblioteca Marciana at Venice, says, "He had a sublime soul and universal capacity.
Before he went he manoeuvred the Journalist into a corner and whispered: "You might do me the favour to mention that I have about half completed my new book. It might interest people to know I am at it." Milde and the Attorney got up next; they awoke Norem, who was dozing after all the many glasses he had emptied, and they got him on his legs with difficulty.
But it was of no avail that Milde tried to smooth things over; the seriousness of the moment had gone, they laughed and shouted more than ever, and cut loose in earnest. Norem opened one of the windows and sang to the street below. To mend matters a little and make Ojen feel better, Mrs. Hanka placed her hand on his shoulder and promised to come and see him off when he started on his trip.
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