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Milde and the Journalist simultaneously demanded the dismissal of the cabinet; others expressed their opinion about the Swedish opera they had just attended; it appeared that not one among them understood music in the least, and they strayed back to politics. "So you were not seriously shaken by what occurred to-day, Mr. Coldevin?" asked Paulsberg in order to be friendly, too.
Everybody agreed with him. Paulsberg nodded; this phenomenon from the country might not be entirely impossible, after all. But he would say no more; he preserved an obstinate silence. At last the Attorney got him started again; he asked: "When I met you at the Grand recently you insisted that it was wrong ever to forget, ever to forgive. Is that a principle, or how "
It was his wont to go when he said he would. But after Paulsberg's departure it seemed as if they might as well all go; there was no reason to remain now. The Actor saluted and disappeared; he hurried off in order to catch up with Paulsberg. The Painter threw his ulster around himself without buttoning it, drew up his shoulders, and said: "I feel rotten!
Irgens did not like this fellow; he did not care to cultivate his friendship in order to get an item published in the paper now and then. Paulsberg had now two days running had a paragraph concerning his excursion to Honefos: the first day about his going, the second about his return; Gregersen had in his usual accommodating manner concocted two very excellent little items about this excursion.
"But, good Lord! what do you think of our younger writers, then?" cried Journalist Gregersen, flushed and angry. "Our poets, yes! Have you read any of them? Have you, for instance, ever come across the name of Paulsberg, the name of Irgens?" Aagot could not refrain from observing her old tutor.
And the little stooping youth straightens his shoulders and glances secretly at Paulsberg. "Listen to that!" says the Actor sarcastically. "A man is a man, as the eunuch said." "What does that remark signify?" "Nothing, God bless you! But you in your patent leathers and your silk hat hunting wolves the idea appealed to my sense of humour." "Ha, ha! I note the fact that Norem has a sense of humour!
Ole put his hand in his pocket to pay the waiter; the Journalist did the same, but Milde seized his arm and said: "Leave that to Ole Henriksen. Kindly pay for us, too, Ole." "With pleasure." At the door Lars Paulsberg caught up with him and said: "Don't go away without giving me the opportunity of shaking hands with you. I hear you could lend me these rotten crowns." Ole and Aagot went.
Was he going to publish an article? That certainly would put matters right. "Not too gentle, now, Paulsberg; don't show them any consideration." "I imagine Paulsberg knows exactly how gentle he is going to be," said Milde reprovingly. "You can safely leave that to him." "Of course," answered the Journalist, "that goes without saying. I had no idea of offering any suggestions."
"You ought to be ashamed of yourself, Milde " "You are not much impressed with us who are supposed to have a little talent, then?" asked Paulsberg, still indulgent. "Impressed? I must admit that in my humble opinion things are a little on the down grade with us," answered Coldevin. "I confess that that is my opinion. And it is especially the country's youth I am thinking of.
I have never offended him in my life!" "No; he is beginning to get a little chesty lately." Norem shouted happily: "You hear that? Paulsberg himself says that Grande is getting chesty lately." They all agreed. Paulsberg very seldom said that much; usually he sat, distant and unfathomable, and listened without speaking; he was respected by all.
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