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The comrades had therefore united in an effort to get him to Torahus, to a little mountain resort where the air was splendid for neurasthenics. Ojen was to go in about a week; the money had been raised; both Ole Henriksen and Tidemand had been exceedingly generous. It now only remained to arrange a little celebration to speed the parting comrade.
Ole Henriksen received a telegram which hastened his departure for London. For twenty-four hours he worked like a slave to get through wrote and arranged, called at the banks, instructed his clerks, gave orders to his chief assistant, who was to be in charge during his absence. The Hull steamer was loading; it was to sail in a couple of hours. Ole Henriksen did not have any too much time.
Coldevin could not be heard; they laughed and shouted, although out of respect for their good friends the business men present they endeavoured to change the subject. Ole Henriksen and Tidemand had listened in silence; they were embarrassed and did not know how to take it, but began to speak together in low voices.
One would have thought he was anxious to find Ole Henriksen but did not know whether he was in the warehouse or not. Irgens was sitting in his room, Thranes Road, No. 5. He was in fine spirits. The elegant man whom nobody suspected of doing anything sat there in all secret and corrected proofs and slaved like a farmer. Who would have believed it?
And barges are warped in alongside the docks; another army begins the hoisting and stowing of goods, the loading of wagons, and the moving of freight. In the streets one door after another is opened; blinds are raised, office-boys are sweeping floors and dusting counters. In the H. Henriksen office the son is sitting at a desk, all alone; he is sorting mail.
He was a little offended, but Paulsberg smoothed matters over by saying: "I thank you for the two notices, Gregersen. It is fortunate for us that you keep an eye on us; otherwise people would entirely forget that we writers existed." The Attorney ordered another round. "I am waiting for my wife," said Paulsberg. "She stopped in to borrow a hundred from Ole Henriksen.
Suddenly Ole Henriksen and Aagot came out of the warehouse and caught sight of him. "Good day, good day, Irgens!" called Ole with outstretched hand. "Glad to see you. I want to thank you for the book you sent us. You are a wonder; you surprise your very best friends even poet, master!"
Has she been to my landlady's and got my address? Or has she met Nikolai? I left at once. My landlady was surprised. "Why, good evening. How well and happy you look! Here's your mail." "Let it lie. I must tell you, Madame Henriksen, that you are a jewel." "Ha, ha, ha!" "Yes, you are. You are a very kind woman. But you have given my address to someone." "No, indeed; I swear I haven't." "No?
What might happen afterward was hard to tell; he had better not promise anything. No, he said, he was afraid it would be impossible; he had made certain arrangements with Ole Henriksen. "Oh, please do come! I would be so proud and grateful!" "But why in the world do you want to go to Tivoli?" "But there is opera to-night!" "Well, what of it? That means nothing to me. Well, if you like "
He was an early riser and had usually accomplished a great deal before breakfast, inspected store and cellars, read and answered mail, telegraphed, given instructions to his clerks; everything devolved upon him. Aagot kept him company nowadays; she insisted on getting up as early as he, and her little hands lightened many a task for him. Ole Henriksen worked more enthusiastically than ever.
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