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Molie went with him. "Did you really say nothing to Solem about climbing the peak today?" I asked the Dane. "No," he replied. "I never said a word about it. If I had meant to go, I should certainly not have wanted company...." Later that afternoon we returned with the lawyer on the stretcher.
Molie is a thin, flat-chested lady, but probably she has at one time been less plain; her bluish teeth look as though they were cold, as though they were made of ice, but perhaps a few years ago, her full lips and the dark down at the corners of her mouth seemed to her husband the most beautiful thing he knew.
"Just one question a small, trifling question," said the lawyer, preparing his ground well. "Have you ever once set foot in the country you speak of?" "I should think I have," replied the Associate Master. There! The lawyer got nothing for his trifling question. And then it all came out what a heartless jilt Mrs. Molie was. She had known all the time that Mr.
Molie said no more, merely smiling patiently. "I can only say that my opinion is diametrically opposed to yours," the lawyer repeated. "But I did think," he went on, "that this was one thing I knew something about, however...." Mrs. Molie got up and went out with her head bent, seemingly on the point of bursting into tears.
The men from Bergen and Mrs. Brede with her children have left for home. The little girls curtsied and thanked me for taking them walking in the hills and telling them stories. The house is empty now. Associate Master Hoey and Mrs. Molie were the last to go; they left last week, traveling separately, though both were going to the same small town.
We get tourists into the country on the Swiss model, and earn money and pay off our debts. Ask this man if he would have been willing to do without all we have learned from Switzerland...." That evening Mrs. Brede asked, "Why did you make Mr. Hoey look so unreasonable today, Mrs. Molie?" "I?" said Mrs., Molie innocently. "Well, really !" As a matter of fact, it seemed as though Mrs.
Hoey, and smiled again. He was intensely annoyed. Mrs. Molie turned pink and pretty. At the next meal, Mr. Hoey could contain himself no longer. "Ladies," he said, "mine eyes have now beheld Master Solem." "Well?" "Common sneak-thief!" "Oh, shame!" "You must admit he has a brazen look on his face. No beard. Blue chin, a perfect horse-face...." "There's no harm in that," said Mrs. Molie. Mrs.
The plant that is cut down one year, yet grows again the next did this miracle make him religious and silent? The stones, and the heather, and the branches of trees, and the grass, and the woods, and the wind, and the great heaven of all the universe were these his friends? Artemis cotula.... When I get tired of Associate Master Hoey and the ladies.... Sometimes I think of Mrs. Molie.
For now we had a new visitor at the farm, a gay dog of a lawyer, and he talked more to Mrs. Molie than to anyone else. Had there been anything between her and Mr. Hoey? True, he was not much to look at, but then neither was she. The young lawyer was a sportsman, yet he was learned in the social sciences, too, had been in Switzerland and studied the principle of the referendum.
"Yes, it must be a wonderful country," Mrs. Molie said. The Associate Master looked ready to burst, and was quite incapable of restraining himself. Speaking of Solem, he said suddenly, "I've changed my mind about him lately. He's ten times better than many another." "There, you see!" "Yes, he is. And he doesn't pretend to be anything more than he is. And what he is, is of some use.
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