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Of course, Tidemand had bought to sell if he could get his price. Milde had moved over to Paulsberg, and spoke to him in a low whisper. Ojen's prose poem had caused him some anxiety. Perhaps, after all, there was something to this fellow, this competitor in the matter of the subsidy. What was Paulsberg's opinion? "You know I don't care to speak for or against in such a matter," said Paulsberg.
It was the latest event; why wasn't it even referred to? Everybody was only too familiar with Ojen's filigree fancies. Irgens shrugged his shoulders. Paulsberg had not indicated approval of his book by a single word. Perhaps he was waiting to be asked? But Irgens could get along without Paulsberg's opinion. Irgens rose. "Are you going?" asked Mrs. Hanka.
She had once given him a cane so that he might look well on the street.... "No, Irgens, I had no such thought, not at all," she interrupted. All right, he might have been mistaken; if she said so, of course.... Nevertheless, he had the impression that such was her reason. He had thought that if he couldn't pass muster without a cane, then.... For even those two sheared sheep of Ojen's used a cane.
He really had a surprise for them he carried in his pocket Ojen's latest work. They just ought to hear it! Quite a number of the clique were ensconced at Sara's, drinking and gossiping. Tidemand was there, happy and contented with everything. He had been all smiles since his success with that enormous enterprise in rye.
One of them carried a small compass on his watch-chain. They were Ojen's comrades, his admirers and pupils; both wrote verses. Besides these, one noticed a man from the Gazette, Journalist Gregersen, the literary member of the staff. He was a man who did his friends many a favour and published in his paper many an item concerning them.
"It is all right; I only thought " He walked over to the window and remained standing there. Mrs. Hanka said good night to everybody. When she came to Irgens she whispered eagerly, breathlessly: "To-morrow, then, at three." She kept Ojen's hand in hers and asked him when he was going. Had he remembered to make reservations at Torahus?
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