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He shouted: "But you have the most infernal way of saying insolent things! You look as if you were saying nothing of consequence " "I simply cannot understand why you lose your temper," said Milde tranquilly, "when Paulsberg himself told us to grin and bear it!" Pause. "In a word," resumed Coldevin, "the people do their duty, the papers do their duty.
She felt that his emotion was genuine and she said gently: "All right, Irgens, I'll believe you. But I won't go home with you." Pause. "What has made you so hostile toward me all of a sudden?" he asked. "Is it this ? He has been your tutor, but I must frankly say that he disgusts me, dirty and unkempt as he is." "You will be good enough to speak civilly of Coldevin," she said coldly.
"You will have to grin and bear it Let us get toward home, Nikoline. I am not equal to this." And Paulsberg and his wife left. Coldevin looked very shabby indeed. He was in the same suit he wore when he came to town; his hair and beard were shaggy and unkempt. The Journalist brought him over to the table. What did he want? Only a glass of beer? Coldevin glanced around him indifferently.
One must pardon such men a few oddities." "But I notice that they treat each other with the greatest respect," Coldevin continued. "They talk about everything; they make excellent speeches on every subject imaginable." "Don't they, though? It is wonderful to listen to them, I must say." "But how are you getting on in the business, I mean?" "Oh, we take one day at a time.
In a few moments he took from his pocketbook a tiny silken bow in the Norwegian colours and began to tear it to pieces. He sat there quietly and plucked the threads apart. When he had finished he stared at the shreds with a fixed, vacant stare. The engine gave a hoarse blast; the train started. Coldevin opened the window slowly and emptied his hand.
He was much changed. His face was fearfully drawn and his lips were frozen in a ghastly smile. Then he sat down on the steps, close by the wall, waiting. An hour passed by. A tower-clock boomed. His train was not due to leave for another hour. Half an hour went by. He heard somebody on the stairs. Irgens came first. Coldevin did not stir; he sat motionless with his back to the door.
As I see it, it was only a last rite." "Oh, you are a pessimist." "Indeed, no, you are mistaken. I am not that." Beer and sandwiches were served, afterward coffee. Coldevin glanced at those present; he met Aagot's eyes looking at him very gently, and this agitated him so that he suddenly spoke out loudly what was on his mind: "Did this decision to-day surprise you so very much, then?"
He had happened upon Coldevin far up in Thranes Road; he had spoken to him, and Coldevin had said that he was going away soon, perhaps to-morrow. He was going back to Torahus; he was mainly going in order to resign his position; he had accepted a situation farther north. But in that case Grande had insisted that they empty a glass together, and Coldevin had finally come along.
His helpless words, his wretched embarrassment, moved her; her anger died down, she was again on the verge of tears, and, deeply humiliated, she said: "Dear Coldevin, forgive me!" She asked him to forgive her! He did not know what to say to this, but answered abstractedly: "Forgive you? We won't speak about that But why are you crying? I wish I hadn't met you "
The Attorney laughed with him. "Oh, that fellow Ojen could surprise you with far better inventions; that was nothing for him. But his writing was euphonious, his diction pure Do you know Irgens?" Yes, Coldevin knew his name. He hadn't written very much? "He does not write for the masses, no," answered the Attorney. "He writes for the chosen few.
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