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Milde proposed that they drink her health. "Haven't you got champagne, Ole?" he asked. The champagne was produced, the glasses filled, and the toast drunk amid cheers. Milde was in high spirits; he proposed that they throw the bottle in the sea with a note enclosed which they all were to sign. They all put their names down except Paulsberg, who curtly refused.
The door opened and Lars Paulsberg entered. He nodded to the Attorney, who returned his greeting. The Attorney pointed to a chair at his table, but Paulsberg shook his head and said: "No, I am looking for Milde. He has not done a stroke on my picture to-day." "Milde is over in the corner," said the Attorney.
It is my own corsets; I have used them myself don't you understand? I used them when I began to grow stout; I laced and thought it would help. But it helped like fun!" Paulsberg shook his head and said to Norem: "Your health, Norem! What nonsense is this I hear, that Grande objects to your company?" "God only knows," says Norem, already half drunk. "Can you imagine why?
Some other time; then he could meet Paulsberg and the others also "So that is Paulsberg!" he repeated. "One could tell it when he passed by; people were whispering about him. Nobody whispered when Ole Henriksen passed by. By the way, I suppose Mr. Henriksen is going to get married now?" "I suppose so Tell me is it at all interesting to be a tutor? Isn't it a somewhat tedious occupation at times?"
None other than oil-painter Milde, collector of ladies' corsets! Of course, he knew how it had happened; Paulsberg was behind it. Paulsberg had supported Milde's application, and Milde had painted Paulsberg's picture. A simon-pure advertising conspiracy! And when Irgens passed the Arrow and saw the painting he spat contemptuously on the pavement. He had seen through this hypocritical scurviness.
He shouted: "But you have the most infernal way of saying insolent things! You look as if you were saying nothing of consequence " "I simply cannot understand why you lose your temper," said Milde tranquilly, "when Paulsberg himself told us to grin and bear it!" Pause. "In a word," resumed Coldevin, "the people do their duty, the papers do their duty.
Paulsberg arrived in the company of Ole and his fiancee. Coldevin moved as far back as he could until he found himself almost at another table. "We had to accompany Mrs. Paulsberg," said Ole good-naturedly; "we couldn't let her go alone." And he slapped Paulsberg on the shoulder.
A book might be expected from him some day, a remarkable work. Paulsberg forced a smile. In reality he was offended because nobody had alluded to his novels or to his work on the Atonement during the entire evening.
He had noticed later on that Coldevin's foolish remarks about the poets and the youth of the country had amused her inordinately; what could that mean? Altogether it had been an unpleasant evening. Mrs. Hanka had sat there with her cracked lips unable to smile decently, and Mrs. Paulsberg was impossible. The evening was simply wasted.
Yes, he had suddenly made up his mind, he would make this little trip; he had, in fact, a sort of reason for going And he was so much in earnest that he buttonholed Ojen at once and arranged the day for the departure. The Journalist drank with Mrs. Paulsberg, who held her glass in a peculiar masculine fashion.
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