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Grindhusen is right, perhaps: tomorrow will surely look after itself, just as today. I have not seen a paper now these last two weeks, and, for all that, here I am, alive and well, making great progress in respect of inward calm; I sing, and square my shoulders, and stand bareheaded watching the stars at night.
'Twas Fruen herself was trying to be twice as bright and "Why, yes, Grindhusen, the Captain's wife is married twice as good as before." I knew that well enough. And she fancied she owed me these little marks of kindliness, for something or other. Well and good, but now it was enough. Best let it be.
Here's a man come for those tools now. So you only borrowed them; that's all you're good for. I wouldn't be you for anything." "Don't be a fool," said Grindhusen. He was offended now, but I got him round again, as I had done so many times before, by pretending I had only spoken in jest. "What are we to do now?" he asked. "You'll manage it all right," said I. "Manage it will I?"
"Nay, I don't know. Yes, I think she was." Grindhusen shook his head, still marvelling how this could be the Captain's wife. "You must have seen her with the Inspector yourself," he said. "Didn't you recognize her again?" "Was she pleased, did you say?" "Pleased? Why, yes, I suppose so. I don't know.
Is Grindhusen there?" It was like a slap in the face for me. She was right; it sounded so natural oh, I had made a fool of myself again! "Yes, here he is," I answered. There was no more to be said. And I put on my cap again, and helped Grindhusen myself with the harness.
"Just gone eleven," I would say, though it might be two or three in the morning. "Huh! And a nice time to be coming to bed. Fansmagt! Waking folk up when they've been sleeping decently!" And Grindhusen turns over on the other side, to fall asleep again in a moment. There was no trouble with Grindhusen. Eyah, it's over-foolish of a man to fall in love when he's getting on in years.
But one or two of the other men demurred; they would have nothing to do with me. And at this Grindhusen changed front; for sheer devilment he fell to again about the engineer and his cousin, knowing it would annoy me. "Well, has he turned you off?" he asked, with a side glance at the others, as if to bid them watch what was coming. "Yes," said I. "Aha!
And who was it set out to show there was a way to quiet and peace of mind? A man came out for his bricklayer's tools; he wanted them back. What? Then Grindhusen had not stolen them at all! But it was always the same with Grindhusen: commonplace, dull, and ordinary, never great in anything, never a lofty mind. I said: "You, Grindhusen, there's nothing in you but eat and sleep and work.
But in the storms and in thunder they are at war. "Ay, so it is," says Grindhusen at last. "Two years come next fourteenth of August since the last letter came. There was a smart photograph in, from Olea, it was, that lives in Dakota, as they call it. A mighty fine photograph it was, but I never got it sold. Eyah, but we'll manage somehow, please the Lord," says Grindhusen, with a yawn.
It sounds quaint, indeed, to hear Grindhusen, half his teeth gone with age, talking of the young engineer as a father. I felt pretty sure I could find out a good deal about my new employer from this quarter, but I did not ask. "He didn't say anything about me coming down into town?" asked Grindhusen. "No."
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