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Updated: May 22, 2025
And I fall asleep. It was afternoon. I went home; it was still raining. Then an unexpected encounter. Edwarda stood there before me on the path. She was wet through, as if she had been out in the rain a long time, but she smiled. Ho! I thought to myself, and my anger rose; I gripped my gun and walked fiercely although she herself was smiling. "Goddag!" she called, speaking first.
We looked at each other. I was ready to break in with further interruptions as soon as she opened her mouth. At last a twinge of pain passed over her face; I turned away and said: "Seriously, you should send His Highness packing, Edwarda. He is not the man for you. I assure you, he has been wondering these last few days whether to make you his wife or not and that is not good enough for you."
When it was stood up stiffly against the wall at the end of the narrow bed shelf; when the picture of Colonel Roosevelt was again in its place of honor beside the bit of mirror, with the handsome Edwarda leaned negligently just beneath; and when Cis had lavished upon her bed and box the delicious scent of a whole nickel's-worth of orris root, Johnnie, wildly enthused, signaled the flat above.
"Perhaps you do not want to see me any more," she said. "I thank you, Edwarda, for offering me shelter when my house was burned," I said. "It was the kinder of you, since your father was hardly willing." And with bared head I thanked her for her offer. "In God's name, will you not see me again, Glahn?" she said suddenly. The Baron was calling.
I have a dog tied up at home; look you, I have a dog, and he is my friend; he lies there thinking of me, and when I come home he stands with his forepaws at the window to greet me. It has been a lovely day, and now it is nearly over; let us go back. I am grateful to you all." I waited on the shore to see which boat Edwarda chose, and made up my mind to go in the other one myself.
I was deeply ashamed, and felt that my face changed color and winced, as I wiped the shoe with my handkerchief. Edwarda took it without a word. Not till a little while after did she say: "I never saw such a thing!" "No, did you ever?" I said. And I smiled and pulled myself together, making as if I had played that trick for some particular reason as if there were something behind it.
She turned to Edwarda and told her that once, somewhere abroad in Riga I think it was a man had followed her along the street. "Kept walking after me, street after street, and smiling across at me," she said. "Why, was he blind, then?" I broke in, thinking to please Edwarda. And I shrugged my shoulders as well.
Mack introduced me to her as well; his daughter, Edwarda. Edwarda gave me one glance through her veil, and went on whispering to the dog, and reading on its collar: "So you're called Asop, are you? Doctor, who was Asop? All I can remember is that he wrote fables. Wasn't he a Phrygian? I can't remember." A child, a schoolgirl.
Joy such as I had never seen in her lit up her face; she made as if to turn away, but hesitated, and put one arm round my neck. We talked together, sitting all the time on a long bench, talking to each other of many things. I said: "Would you believe it? Edwarda has not learnt to speak properly yet; she talks like a child, and says 'more happier. I heard her myself.
I am out of the service, and free as a prince; all is well; I meet people, drive in carriages; now and again I shut one eye and write with one finger up in the sky; I tickle the moon under the chin, and fancy that it laughs laughs broadly at being tickled under the chin. All things smile. I pop a cork and call gay people to me. As for Edwarda, I do not think of her.
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