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He could not help looking towards her, and saw this every time he did so, until under the cover of the laughter of the others, with as much fervour and affection as can be put into such a word, "You jade!" he said. "Jade; was ist das?" asked the bright-eyed foreigner. This made the whole affair supremely ridiculous. Angelika herself laughed, and all hoped that the cloud had been finally dispersed.

The unanimous prediction that this marriage would be dissolved as quickly as it had been made he would prove to be untrue. Besides, he knew Angelika too well now not to know that he would never obtain a separation from her until, with the law at her back, she had flayed him alive. He could not get free.

He had a sense of elevation in having done his duty, and as long as this tension lasted it kept him up to the mark. It depended on his mother whether she would receive them and let their life become all that was now possible. Angelika their business, manager, housekeeper, chief. He devoted to his experiments. She the tender mother, the guide of both.

He had dined and gone up to his room to pack, when Angelika stood before him. She was at once so pretty and so sad-looking that he had never seen anything more pathetic. Had he really kept away from her house? Was he going at once? She wept so despairingly that he, who was prepared for anything rather than to see her so inconsolable, answered her evasively.

When, a little later, Angelika came in again, he looked so unhappy that she was struck by it, and she then showed herself so kind and fertile in resource on his behalf, and there was such sunshine in her cheerfulness and flow of spirits during the evening, that he actually brightened up under it, and thought If mother could have brought herself to try the experiment, perhaps after all it might have answered.

"My beloved son, YOU are always welcome; most of all when you are unhappy!" The word YOU was underlined. He grew deadly pale, and went slowly into his own room. There Angelika let him remain for a while in peace, then came in and lit the lamp. He could see that she was much agitated, and that every now and then she cast hasty glances at him.

If only he could have a little peace, he thought, he would carry out his present ideas and new ones also. He felt such power within him. But peace was just what he never had. Now we come to the worst, or more properly, to the sum of what has gone before. The ceaseless uneasiness in which Angelika lived broke out into perpetual quarrelling. For one thing, she had no self-command.

"She sat up for him of nights till she got what she wanted, and now she has got hold of him." It was possible that this conversation did not concern him, but it was equally possible that the woman might have been in the pension at Christiania. He did not know her. It is strange that in all such intrigues as his with Angelika the persons concerned are always convinced that they are invisible.

Angelika handed the letter to her friend, then tore up the one which she had been writing, and left the house. Her friend stood thinking to herself The good that is in us must go bail for the evil, so we must rest and be satisfied. The discovery which she had made had often been made before, but it was none the less true. The next day they were married.

He had promised Angelika that he would go there with her, and he would keep his promise, for it had been given after a great reconciliation scene. A white silk dress had been the olive branch of these last peaceful days. She therefore looked very handsome that evening as she walked into the great hall of the Lodge, with Rafael beside her tall and stately. She was in excellent spirits.

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