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Johnsen was pale and had something nervous about his manner, which seemed to betoken a wish to bring the interview to a close.
"I should so like to see if he is really so silly as to think I'd come. We can stand in a corner somewhere and look out." Pelle did not answer. "Mother," said Hanne, when Madam Johnsen returned with the coffee, "I'm going out to buy some stuff for my bodice. Pelle's coming with me." The excuse was easy to see through. But the old woman betrayed no emotion.
She stood there fingering her bundle; all her features were quivering, and her mouth was like that of a person sick of a fever. "What have you there?" asked Madam Johnsen. "Clothes for you and little Marie. You were so cold. I got them downstairs from the old clothes woman they were so cheap." "Do you say you bought them?" "Yes I got them on credit."
"She's always trying and trying to get things, and when she's free of that, she goes to Jutland." At the sound of the last word, Madam Johnsen fixed her eyes upon Pelle. "I should so like to see Jutland again before I die," she said. "Ever since I came over here in my young days, I've always meant to use the first money I had over on an excursion home; but I never managed it.
Worse, although perfectly polite, paid her but little attention; and that Delphin was at her feet was only natural it was a fate that, without exception, had befallen all her father's secretaries since her girlhood. Mr. Johnsen was now drawn into the conversation.
It is cowardly." She regretted the word the moment it was spoken. She said it because she had just used the same expression in her conversation with Johnsen; but, however, without saying anything further, she went into the house. Jacob Worse remained thoughtfully contemplating his cigar. At last, then, the storm had burst. The ill humour he had so long noticed in her had found vent.
But it's a country without folk music or folk tales. I suppose you think we ought to work hard to resemble the Swiss in that, too?" "What about William Tell?" asked Miss Johnsen. Several of the ladies nodded, or at any rate Miss Palm did. At this point Mrs. Molie turned her head and looked out of the window as she said: "You really had a very different opinion about Switzerland before, Mr.
Johnsen at once endeavoured to recollect what he had yesterday arranged to say to the dean; but at that early hour, and in the presence of that perplexing smile, he might just as well have tried to sing "Lohengrin" without notes as to bring to his recollection his ideas of the day before.
Then they trudged on again. Madam Johnsen was paying a rare visit to the forest and wanted to see everything. The young people raised objections, but she was not to be dissuaded. She had girlhood memories of the forest, and she wanted to renew them; let them say what they would. If they were tired of running after her they could go their own way.
It was as though the summer night had found a sanctuary in the heart of this wilderness of stone. Under the lantern sat Madam Johnsen and her daughter sewing; and Hanne's face glowed like a rose in the night, and every now and then she turned it up toward Pelle and smiled, and made an impatient movement of her head.
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