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"But where shall we find a battle-ground?" asked Milde. "At your house, Grande? You have plenty of room?" Grande was not unwilling; it might be arranged; he would speak to his wife about it. For Grande was married to Mrs. Liberia, and Mrs. Liberia simply had to be consulted. It was agreed to invite Paulsberg and his wife; as contributors Mr. and Mrs.
She wished her conduct had been different; however, it was too late now. Paulsberg returned from his solitary walk and suggested that it was time to think of the return. The clouds held a menace of rain, he said; the sun was sinking and it was blowing up a little. Aagot went around again and poured coffee. She bent over Irgens, bent deeper than necessary, and said: "May I pour you some, Mr.
Paulsberg, reserved and taciturn as always, gave a half reply, a fragmentary opinion: What could be done? Oh, one had to try to live even if a couple of parliamentarians were to fail the cause. All the same, he was going to publish an article soon; it would be worth while observing what effect that would have. He was going to give it to the traitors good and proper. Goodness!
But he was evidently considerably bothered by this defamer, this jealous fellow who had criticised him, and tried to belittle his exploit. If not Paulsberg, who then? Who among them had done better during the last two and a half years? Irgens knew nobody; among the younger writers he was absolutely paramount.
No doubt it is my fault; but, to tell the truth, none of them have made an overwhelming impression on me." "No? That is because you do not know them well enough." "But I know what they have written. It seems to me they do not exactly soar to the solitary heights. It is probably my own fault, though Lars Paulsberg uses perfumes." "Does he? A little peculiarity.
And she recounted merrily the climax. Norem had retired to a corner and was fast asleep. "Does anybody know the time?" asked Mrs. Paulsberg. "Don't ask me," said Gregersen, and fumbled at his vest pocket. "It is many a day since I carried a watch!" It turned out that it was one o'clock. About half-past one Mrs. Hanka and Irgens had disappeared.
That such a man could descend to such coarse work! It was said that the fellow was capable of greater things; he would surely blossom forth some day; all right, time enough then. Irgens did not care for him very much nowadays. Unwillingly, he walked over to the Journalist's table. Milde was there, also the Attorney and Coldevin, the grey tutor from the country. They were waiting for Paulsberg.
This was sufficient to make everybody laugh. The Journalist shouted: "But have you seen Milde's collection of corsets? Out with the corsets, Milde!" And Milde did not refuse; he went into one of the side rooms and brought forth his package. There were both white and brown ones; the white ones were a little grey, and Mrs. Paulsberg asked in surprise: "But have they been used?"
"You said you struck a huckster for brandy; you have got brandy, then?" "As for me, I place Paulsberg so high that I consider him alone able to do what is needed," said Irgens with thinly veiled sarcasm. This took Milde by surprise; he was not prepared to contradict Irgens; he nodded and said: "Certainly exactly.
He had really drawn a few very funny caricatures and made ruinous fun of the impossible poem. Norem said nothing. Suddenly Lars Paulsberg bobs up; with him is Gregersen. The group is growing; everybody takes notice; so much is gathered here in a very small space. Literature is in the ascendant; literature dominates the entire sidewalk.
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