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Edwarda burst out laughing, and answered: "Well, we can see that." Everyone assured me laughingly that it did not matter. They gave me a towel to wipe myself with, and we went on with the game. Soon it was eleven o'clock. I felt a vague displeasure at Edwarda's laugh. I looked at her, and found that her face had become insignificant, hardly even pretty.
But I was going to say ... in a word, something has changed; there is something wrong. Yes. But I cannot read in your face what it is. There is something very strange about your brow, Edwarda. Yes, I can see it now." "But I have not forgotten you," she cried, blushing, and slipped her arm suddenly into mine. "No? Well, perhaps you have not forgotten me.
'Salt and barrels' in heavy black letters that ought to look as nice as anything... Edwarda, isn't it time you were going to bed?" Edwarda rose, shook hands with us both, said good-night, and left the room. We sat on. We talked of the railway that had been finished last year, and of the first telegraph line. "Wonder when we shall have the telegraph up here." Pause.
I could hear nothing, and indeed there was nothing to listen for. I closed the door again; Asop came up from his resting-place and noticed that I was restless about something. Then it struck me that I might run after Edwarda and ask her for a little silk thread to mend my net with. It would not be any pretence I could take down the net and show her where the meshes were spoiled by rust.
I remember that from that moment I stood repeating mechanically: "Edwarda, Edwarda!" again and again without thinking, and when she asked: "Yes? What were you going to say?" I explained nothing. "To think you are going already," she said again. "Who will come next year, I wonder?" "Another," I answered. "The hut will be built up again, no doubt." Pause. She was already reaching for her book.
Heavens, how you look at me. We were friends once..." Overwhelmed, I turned right about, and went in to the dancers again. A little after, Edwarda herself came in and took up her place by the piano, at which the travelling man was seated, playing a dance; her face at that moment was full of inward pain. "I have never learned to play," she said, looking at me with dark eyes. "If I only could!"
"I am sorry my father is not in," she said. "But I will tell him you were here." I made no answer to this. I stepped forward, took her hand once more, and said: "Farvel, Edwarda." "Farvel," she answered. I opened the door as if to go. Already she was sitting with the book in her hand, reading actually reading and turning the page.
"Ah, here are some of the feathers," said the Doctor. "Look, these are really fine." Edwarda looked up. "The green ones are pretty," she said; "let me look, Doctor." "Keep them," I cried. "Yes, do, I beg you, now. Two green feathers. Do, as a kindness, let them be a keepsake." She looked at them and said: "They are green and gold, as you turn them in the sun. Thank you, if you will give me them."
She turned round, came back, and said breathlessly: "It was no misunderstanding, Lieutenant; you heard correctly I did tell you to go to the kitchen." "Oh, Edwarda!" broke out the terrified governess. And I began talking again about the war and the state of affairs in the Crimea; but my thoughts were far distant. I was no longer intoxicated, only hopelessly confused.
He, too, was in evening dress; the tails of his coat were miserably crushed from the packing. He talked a good deal with Edwarda, followed her with his eyes, drank with her, and called her Froken, as he did the daughters of the Dean and of the district surgeon. I felt the same dislike of him as before, and could hardly look at him without turning my eyes away with a wretched silly grimace.
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