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Unfortunately, there were lights in all the windows, waiting her arrival. In desperation I checked the horses a little before we got to the steps, and got down to open the carriage door. "But why ... what on earth have you pulled up here for?" "I only thought if perhaps Fruen wouldn't mind getting out here. It's all mud on ahead ... the wheels...."
And by way of trying to hide our troubles from each other, I went about talking all sorts of cheerful nonsense, while Falkenberg bragged loudly at every meal of how he'd got to eating too much of late, and was getting slack and out of form. "Why, you don't seem to eat anything at all," Fruen would say when we came home with too much left of the food we had taken with us.
"There's some one coming!" Two figures rise up suddenly behind the lilacs. Fruen and the young engineer. Seeing it is only me, they breathe more easily again, and go on talking as if I did not exist. And mark how strange is human feeling; I had been wishing all along to be ignored and left in peace, yet now it hurt me to see these two making so little account of me.
"That trick of yours with the egg is likely to cost us something before we've done with it," said Fruen, with a kindly laugh. "The boy's used up half a dozen eggs already." I had taught Harald the trick of passing a hard boiled egg with the shell off through the neck of a decanter, by thinning the air inside. It was about the only experiment in physics that I knew.
'And what more? he asked. 'Everything, said she. The Captain smiled at that and said: 'There's something frank and open about an answer like that; you can see what is meant almost at once. Fruen said nothing to that.
She ran, and the thick fur coat she had on was too heavy for her, she had to balance with her arms. It was pitiful to see; like a hen trying to escape across the barnyard, and flapping its wings to help. I went over to the carriage again, politely, even humbly. I took off my cap, and begged Fruen to give up this new journey. "You are not driving me!" she answered. "No.
And was she walking about half undressed? No, but Captain Bror was, and Fruen clapped her hands and cried "Bravo!" And the engineer as well. It was one as bad as the other. And Ragnhild had just taken in two more bottles of wine, though they were drunk already. "Come over with me and you can hear them yourself," said Ragnhild. "They're up in Fruen's room now." "No," I said. "I'm going to bed.
"Oh...." said Fruen suddenly, as if she had just thought of something. "You must have some money. Yes, of course...." I grasped at that to save myself, and answered: "Thank you very much." Falkenberg said nothing. "Well, you've only to ask, you know. Varsaagod" and she handed me the money I had asked for. "And what about you?" "Nothing, thank you all the same," answered Falkenberg.
"If she comes out again this evening," Falkenberg would say up in the woods, "I'll sing that one about the poppy. I'd forgotten that." "You've forgotten Emma, too, haven't you?" I ask. "Emma? Look here, I'll tell you what it is: you're just the same as ever, that's what you are." "Ho, am I?" "Yes; inside, I mean. You wouldn't mind taking Emma right there, with Fruen looking on.
I took the letter out of my pocket and went in the main entrance to give it to Fruen myself. At the top of the stairs Ragnhild comes slipping noiselessly towards me and takes the letter. She is evidently excited. I can feel the heat of her breath as she points along the passage. There is a sound of voices from the far end.
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