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Updated: June 14, 2025
Said Froken Elisabeth: "Oh, I think it's just lovely to have meals out of doors. Don't you?" And here she said De, instead of Du, as she had said before. "It's not so new to him, you know," said Fruen; "he has his dinner out in the woods every day."
She was silent for a little, then at last she said: "I suppose you are sure to know about it some day, so I may just as well tell you now. Mother has been out of her mind." "My dear Froken " "And when she's at home my high spirits are needed to help her to be more or less herself." He felt an impulse to rise and go to the girl, and take her head between his hands.
"And when you're a midwife, Froken Hagen might quite well marry a doctor, you know." "Silly! There's no chance with hands like mine." "Do you think your hands are too big for you to marry a doctor?" "Uf! you ARE a crazy thing. Ha-ha-ha!" "Ha-ha-ha!" They both snuggled down under the clothes, with the sense of ease and peace that comes from sharing a room with a good friend in a happy humour.
When Falkenberg had finished and came out, he was grown so elegant in his manners all at once, and talked in such a delicate fashion, I could hardly understand him. The daughter of the house came out with him. We were to pass on without delay, he said, to the farm adjacent; there was a piano there which needed some slight attention. And so "Farvel, Froken, Farvel."
Their pursuers were already close to the east bank, and might be both distinguished and counted. The apprehension of the fugitives was rapidly passing into despair; there seemed not a gleam of hope. The Cornet vied with the mare in panting, the Fröken wept.
Thoroughly womanly, hasty words, written on impulse, with underlining and a dash.... Then it occurred to me to go round to Froken Elisabeth's address; there was still a glimmer of hope. I heard the door bell ring inside the house as I pressed, and stood listening as in a whirling desert. Froken Elisabeth had left an hour before. Then wine, and then whisky. And then endless whisky.
"The water-pipes are doing nicely," said Froken Elisabeth. I was pleased to hear it. "Water-pipes?" said Fruen inquiringly. "He laid on a water-supply to the house for us. Pipes in the kitchen and upstairs as well. Just turn a tap and there it is. You ought to have it done here." "Really, though? Could it be done here, do you think?" I answered: yes; it ought to be easy enough.
My hands are vulgarly unused to gloves, and I pull them off; then going up the step I notice that my hands do not go at all well with the clothes I am wearing, and I put on my gloves again. Then I ring the bell. "Froken Elisabeth? Yes, would you wait a moment?" Froken Elisabeth comes out. "Goddag. You wished to speak to.... Oh, is it you?" I had brought a parcel from her mother. Varsaagod.
We worked at it for a couple of hours, Harald and I. He was good and quick, and so innocent in his eagerness; I, for my part, was thinking of anything but kites. We made a tail several metres long, and busied ourselves with paste and lashing and binding; twice Froken Elisabeth came out to look on.
But Fruen had gone to buy things for Christmas, and she was going with Froken Elisabeth from the vicarage, so they'd know the address there. What did I want it for, by the way? Well, it was only about a filigree brooch I had got hold of, and wanted to ask if she'd care to buy it. "Let's look."
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