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The Attorney was going home; this decision about the studio did not suit him; he felt slighted. He might decide to stay away altogether. At any rate, he said good-bye now and went his own way. "What about you, Irgens I hope you will join us?" Irgens did not say no; he did not at all refuse this invitation.
"I want you to lend me some money now, so that I can celebrate properly; you'll get it back when I cash in." Irgens looked at his watch as if he suddenly remembered something and got up. "I, too, congratulate you," he said.
When he reached the harbour he suddenly caught a glimpse of Coldevin's head behind a pile of packing-cases. Irgens noticed the direction of his glance, but this told him nothing; the old imbecile was evidently lost in some crazy meditation or other. It was amusing to see him so altogether unconscious of his surroundings, standing there agape with his nose in the air.
Didn't we have Paulsberg and Irgens, and Ojen and Milde, and the two close-cropped poets, and an entire army of first-class, sprouting talents besides! The Journalist himself laughed and wiped his forehead and laughed again. It was generally believed that this fellow was possessed of a literary talent which had not entirely stagnated in his newspaper.
But I go home with a lighter heart, now I know you will take the country house." A party of ladies and gentlemen had gathered on the jetty on the day of the excursion. They were waiting for the Paulsbergs, who were late. Irgens was growing impatient and sarcastic: Would it not be better to send the yacht up for them?
He is loudly referred to as the Poet, even though both Irgens and Ojen are present. The Actor buttons his ulster tightly and shivers. "No spring-time is a little too chilly to suit me," he says. "The contrary here!" exclaims the Attorney. "I could shout all the time; I am neighing inwardly; my blood sings a hunting chorus!"
I fooled you that time, Irgens!" Aagot got her hat and coat and went with Irgens. Ole called after her: "Don't stay too late, Aagot! Remember, we have promised to go with Tidemand to Tivoli." On the street Irgens glanced at his watch and said: "I see it is a little too early yet. If you have no objections we might take a walk up toward the Castle." And they walked toward the Castle.
He did not realise it, or he would not have thus compressed his lips and continually shot baleful glances at his fellow applicants. Otherwise Irgens was silent; he ignored Aagot entirely. She thought: What have I done to him? Could I possibly have acted in any other way?
Irgens knew her; he got up from his seat, took off his hat, and bowed deeply. And the lady passed blushingly by. Aagot asked: "Who was that?" "Only my landlady's daughter," he said. "You told me to be nice. Yes, dearest " But Aagot wanted further information concerning this lady. So they lived in the same house? What was she doing? What kind of a person was his landlady?
What would he say when he read her letter with the ring enclosed? She writhed at the thought that she wouldn't be near him to comfort him. She had to strike him from afar! And thus it had to end! Irgens was full of tenderness and cheered her as much as he could. They should not be separated for long. If nothing else turned up he would walk up to her on his feet!
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