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Aagot laughed incessantly and was hugely amused. How he did make things interesting and give life and colour to the most commonplace! They finally got to the Exhibition, looked at what there was to see, and talked about the pictures as they went along. Aagot's questions were fully answered; Irgens knew everything and even told her anecdotes about the exhibiting painters.
Miss Aagot had let a joyous exclamation escape her and had walked straight over to Coldevin, to whom she gave her hand. But what in the world had become of him? Hadn't she kept a continuous lookout for him on the streets and asked Ole about him every day? She was at a loss to understand why she saw him so rarely. She had had another letter from home, and everybody sent him their kindest regards.
People had left the island; only an occasional late straggler was still seen walking along the road toward the city. Irgens did not ask questions any more; he spoke only when necessary. Aagot tried in vain to start a conversation; she had all she could do to keep her heart under control. When they were in the boat again he said: "Perhaps you would have preferred to drive back alone?
But Ole had no time; just now he was very busy. "Be off don't disturb me any more; out with you! Have a good time!" It was the promenade-hour. Irgens proposed that they take the way through the park; they could then hear a little music at the same time. Did she like music? Aagot was in a dark suit and wore a cape with red silk lining.
Aagot could very well understand it; and at the same time she had to laugh over that miserable "Gents and Jewtiles," which she repeated over and over. When they passed the Parliament buildings, Irgens pointed to the greystone colossus and said: "There we have Parliament; have you been there yet?" "No, not yet."
Aagot simply said: "It was very kind of you to come with me; otherwise I should have been altogether alone." And Tidemand noticed that she tried to appear unconcerned. She smiled, but her eyes were moist. He, too, smiled and said comfortingly that he was glad she was going to leave all this mud and filth; now she was going to the country, to cleaner roads, to purer air.
"But, Miss Aagot, what would you do if your love made you weak and powerless; if it robbed you of your senses and blinded you to everything else? I mean " "Yes, but say nothing more!" she interrupted. "I understand you in a way, but You know, I cannot listen to this." She looked at the arms around her waist, and with a sudden jerk she moved away and got up.
Irgens spoke entertainingly about the far, blue, pine-clad ridges, about a tethered horse, a workingman who was making a fence. Aagot was grateful; she knew he did this in order to maintain his self-control; she appreciated it. He even said with a shy smile that if she would not think him affected he would like to jot down a couple of stanzas which just now occurred to him.
He heard that Aagot was on the point of answering, and he exclaimed hurriedly: "I shake hands with Miss Aagot on a promise to call on her to-morrow." "Be sure and keep your promise, now," he heard Ole say. "Well, Aagot, I suppose we ought to be getting home."
He was an early riser and had usually accomplished a great deal before breakfast, inspected store and cellars, read and answered mail, telegraphed, given instructions to his clerks; everything devolved upon him. Aagot kept him company nowadays; she insisted on getting up as early as he, and her little hands lightened many a task for him. Ole Henriksen worked more enthusiastically than ever.
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