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Three of the gentlemen part from the group when the university is reached; the remaining two take another turn down the street, stop outside the Grand, and exchange opinions. It is Milde and Ojen. Milde is highly indignant. "I repeat: If Parliament yields this time, it is me for Australia. In that case it will be unbearable here."
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.
We shall get it officially to-morrow, I guess. But don't worry; I have laid my lines now and shall manage to pull through somehow. I imagine I shall save the ship." Forward the spirits of the company rose rapidly. Ojen began to get a little seasick, and drank steadily in order to subdue his qualms. "It seems good to see you again," said Mrs. Hanka, prompted by a desire to enliven him.
Hanka stepped between them, sat down on a chair, and began to speak to Ojen. "Listen a moment!" she called after a while. "Ojen wants to read his latest a prose poem." And they settled down to listen. Ojen brought forth his prose poem from an inside pocket; his hands trembled. "I must ask your indulgence," said he.
I was just going to say the same. I have just left the Grand By the way, I have an invitation for you; we are both going to the farewell celebration for Ojen quite a number will be there." "Is that so? Where is it going to be?" "In Milde's studio. You are going, I hope?" "Yes; I will be there." They went back to their accounts.
It was great fun; Ojen looked with big, astonished eyes at everything the sea, the waves which filled the air with a continuous roar, the barren reef where not a tree grew and where the grass was yellow from sun and spray. Aagot skipped round with cups and glasses; she walked in a constant fear of dropping anything and stuck the tip of her tongue out like a rope-walker.
Well, you will pardon me for renewing our acquaintance so abruptly; but I must get home and get a little sleep now. Very pleased to have met you again." And Ojen walked off. Coldevin shouted after him: "But it is the 17th of May to-day!" Ojen turned and looked surprised. "Well, what of it?" Coldevin shook his head and laughed shortly. "Nothing. Nothing at all.
And the gentlemen drank industriously. They grew well disposed and cheerful before they took their departure. Irgens was first to leave; then Ojen followed. Ole remained until they had all gone, all except Norem, who sat there as usual and slumbered. He had listened to the talk. Occasionally he had injected a word.
The coffee was made on board, but out of regard for Ojen, who still felt badly, it was decided to drink it on the very first reef they should reach. They camped on the rocks, flung themselves on the ground, and threw dignity to the winds.
So she had not wanted company, not even her own husband's; she had been in a sentimental mood? But how could she be so cruel as to let this poor fellow Gregersen ramble home all alone, drunk as he was? It was simply heartless In about a week Ole Henriksen had returned from Torahus. Ojen had remained, but Ole had brought back a young lady, his fiancee, Aagot Lynum.
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