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Updated: May 13, 2025
"Is it true," she whispered, "that the Carraby woman has bolted?" Julien nodded. "I am afraid there isn't a doubt about it," he admitted. "How are things to-night? Anything new?" she asked. "Quite calm again," he replied. "The trouble seems to have passed over. Falkenberg's death upset the whole scheme which was brewing against us, whatever it may have been.
Now go ahead." Kendricks lit his pipe and smoked solemnly. "Your remarks," he declared, "are actuated by jealousy. You haven't the stomach for a man's smoke. Now listen. There's the very devil of a mischief abroad and Falkenberg's at the bottom of it. Do you know what he's doing?" "I know nothing." "You remember the night that we were up at the Rat Mort?
We working hands had no part in this, of course, but many a time we felt shamed instead of proud to work on Captain Falkenberg's estate. Nils got hold of a temperance badge and wore it in the front of his blouse. One day the Captain came out to me in the fields and ordered me to get out the carriage and fetch two new visitors from the station.
It was early for him to be about no more than halfpast four; we farm-hands had not yet started for the fields. His eyes showed small and glittering, as if they burned; likely enough he had not slept all night. But he said nothing as to how the door had got broken. Not for any thought of him, but for Captain Falkenberg's sake, I went down at once to the summer-house and mended the door once again.
After that, I thought and thought again why had they chosen me to drive them down? Perhaps it was meant as a little treat for me, as against Falkenberg's being asked into the parlour to sing. But surely didn't they understand, these people, that I was a man who had nearly finished a new machine, and would soon have no need of any such trifles!
She seemed embarrassed at first, and said only a few words in a low voice, but he was quite the reverse, talking loudly and freely all the time. And, when he begged her to take off her veil, she grew bolder, and did as he said. "Do you know me now?" she said. And suddenly I pricked up my ears; it was Fru Falkenberg's voice. I turned round and looked her in the face.
I had lived too luxuriously these years past; I must work my way back to the peasant again. Three more days now to the goal my curious fancy had set before me: to Ovrebo, to Captain Falkenberg's. It was an opportune time to walk up there just now and ask for work; there would be plenty to do on a big place like that in the spring.
He had relapsed into his former grim and impenetrable silence. And while he waited the sweat stood out in beads upon Estermen's forehead. Greatly he feared that the worst was to come! "Have you anything else to say to me?" his master asked. "Nothing!" Estermen replied, with faltering lips. Prince Falkenberg's eyes were fierce orbs of light and his servant quailed before him.
"Does Fru Falkenberg say she doesn't want to be fond of anybody?" "Yes. Oh no ... bother, I don't know. Fru Falkenberg's married, of course; she doesn't say anything. Now talk to me again a little.... Yes, and do you remember the time we went up to the store to buy things, you know? And I kept walking slower and slower for you to catch up...." "Yes ... that was nice of you.
I took a special train from the frontier." "Go on," Falkenberg said calmly. "It is something serious?" "Indeed, yes, Your Excellency!" the Baron continued. "It is concerning the Agdar matter." Falkenberg's face lit up. "An ultimatum!" he exclaimed. "So much the better!" Baron von Neudheim shook his head. "For once, I am afraid," he said, "we have been trapped. His Excellency himself sent for me.
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