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You may not know it, but engineer and I we sit there talking as it might be me and you," said Grindhusen, looking mighty big and proud. "What do you suppose he sent to fetch me for? You'd never guess if you sat there all night. Why, he sent for me just to have a talk over things. Not that there's anything new or strange about that; he's done the same before now; but, anyhow, that's what it was."
The end of it was, I took him along with me, as the best thing to be done. He had been a smart hand at paint-work once, had Grindhusen; I remembered how he had done up old Gunhild's cottage on the island.
Dinner was a sore trial to me that day, not that the food was bad, no, but Grindhusen, he ate his soup in a disgusting fashion, and his mouth was all greasy with fat. "What'll he be like when it comes to eating porridge?" I thought to myself hysterically.
She spoke one evening with young Erik from the neighbouring gaard, and her eyes were full of sweetness and of something ripening. It was all very well for Grindhusen. He had gone ravening after the girls when he was young, and he still spanked about with his hat on one side, out of habit. But he was quiet and tame enough now, as well he might be 'tis nature's way.
As to this, nobody could say; and, anyhow, why shouldn't she stay? "'Tis naught but fooling and trouble with such-like cousin business," Grindhusen declared. "Why couldn't he bring along the girl he's going to marry? and I told him so to his face." "You told him?" asked one of the men. "Ay, I did that.
Fruen walked out far across the courtyard, looked at the house, and clapped her hands. I heard her, too, loud in wonder as she entered the hall at sight of the stairs, no doubt, and the new red carpet. Grindhusen had no sooner got the horses in than he came up to me, all agape with astonishment over something, and drew me aside to talk. "There must be something wrong," he said.
Now I understood what Grindhusen had meant with his hints about me. Fru Falkenberg, no doubt, had come to hate the sight of me by now, reminding her, as it must, of her home, and so she had got him to turn me off. But hadn't I been the very one to show delicacy of feeling towards her at the station, turning away instead of recognizing her?
There's only us here now, and we can't say more to her than we have." "And where's Grindhusen?" "Changing the horses again. And Fruen's sitting there in the carriage and won't get out. You go and speak to her." "Oh, well, there's no great harm in her driving about a bit. Don't worry about that." I went out to the carriage, my heart beating fast. How miserable and desperate she must be!
But it would cost nearly twice as much. No, it was not wise to put forward so great a scheme. Even as it was, I had to agree to wait till Grindhusen came back. The priest said he wanted to sleep on it. So now I had to tell Grindhusen myself, and prepare him for the new arrangement.
'The only way's to give them what they were made for, and a good round slap on the backside into the bargain, says I. 'By Heaven, I believe you're right there, Grindhusen, says the Inspector, and he brightened up no end. I've never seen a man so brightened up and cheerful just for a word or so. It was a sight to see.
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