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Updated: June 20, 2025
Aagot asked quickly, with big, bewildered eyes: "Thranes Road, did you say? Irgens, he was standing below your windows!" Her heart was fluttering with fear. Coldevin observed her fixedly; he made sure that she should notice he was staring straight at her. Meanwhile Norem continued his impossible tirade.
You need not feel ashamed of that What I wanted to say come along to the telegraph office, Irgens; then we'll drop in at Sara's afterward, if you like. I have a little surprise for you." Aagot said nothing. "You can walk up and down a little while I telegraph," said Ole. "But don't get impatient if it takes some time. I have got to catch a ship before it leaves Arendal!"
"I am not well off, but if you will speak to the Minister I shall be much obliged to you. Personally, I will do nothing. I cannot stoop to that!" Grande was a man whom Irgens otherwise honoured with his contempt. But it could not be helped; this brainless Attorney began to have influence; he had been appointed on a royal commission and had even been interviewed by the Gazette.
The band played; people strolled up and down. Irgens talked again interestingly and facetiously about different matters, and Aagot replied and laughed, listening curiously to his words; at times she would make some admiring little exclamation when he made a specially striking remark.
"What! are you drinking beer? No, beer will never do on this occasion; it must be wine!" "Well, drink what you want to. I am drinking beer." Just then Irgens arrived, and Milde called to him: "Ole is drinking beer, but we are not going to do that. What do you say?" Irgens did not show the least sign of embarrassment when he faced Ole; he barely nodded and said indifferently: "Welcome home!"
No, Aagot did not go away as had been arranged. It occurred to her that she ought to buy a few things for her smaller sisters and brothers. It was quite amusing to go around and look at the store windows all alone; she did that all the afternoon, and it was six when at last she was through and happened to meet Irgens on the street. He relieved her of her parcels and went with her.
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?
Let us duly appreciate it." They spoke with practised ease about everything, had perfect control over their words, made quick sallies, and were skilled in repartee. A number of cadets were passing. "Did you ever see anything as flabby as these military youths!" said Irgens. "Look at them; they do not walk past like other mortals, they stalk past!"
The foreman called his attention to a letter, an envelope with something enclosed, which he found between the sheets. Irgens turned in the door. A letter? Oh, yes; he had forgotten it. He knew this envelope and he opened it at once. When he had seen what was in it he lifted his brows, greatly pleased. The envelope he put in his pocket without further ado. Ole and Aagot were in the warehouse.
Finally they hailed a carriage and took a ride out in the country. It was a mild and quiet evening. No, she must not go away to-morrow. What good would that do? One day more or less didn't matter. And Irgens confessed frankly that he was not very flush at present, or he would have accompanied her.... If not in the same compartment, at least on the same train.
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