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Updated: June 23, 2025
The situation was this: Ojen had written two novels which had been translated into German; now his nerves were bothering him; he could not be allowed to kill himself with work something had to be done to procure him a highly needed rest. He had applied for a government subsidy and had every expectation of receiving it; Paulsberg himself had recommended him, even if a little tepidly.
He had not heard Paulsberg say anything about it. What was going to happen? What were they going to do? "What can one do about an accomplished fact?" asked Paulsberg. "Simply take it like men; that is all I can say." The Attorney now asked Coldevin: "I suppose you have been in Parliament to-day, also?" "Yes." "You know, then, what took place. What do you think of it?"
It seems highly unjust to complain because of a lack of appreciation of and admiration for our authors." Paulsberg, who in his works had repeatedly proven himself a thinker and philosopher of rank, sat and toyed with his eye-glass and smiled superciliously.
"It is rather difficult to write such a series within reasonable limits," he says. "There are so many authors that have to be included a veritable choas!" He makes Paulsberg smile over this "choas," and they talk on in the best of harmony. Attorney Grande and his wife were absent. "So the Attorney is not coming," says Mrs. Hanka Tidemand, without referring to his wife. Mrs.
A man who wrote as much as he did could not sign his name to nonsensical notes, he said. And he rose and walked away in dignified aloofness. "Then I'll sign for him," said Milde, and seized a pencil. But Mrs. Paulsberg cried indignantly: "You will do nothing of the kind! Paulsberg has said that he does not want his name on the note, and that ought to be sufficient for all of us."
Both Irgens and the Artist laughed at this, but the Attorney glanced quickly at Paulsberg, whose face remained immovable. Paulsberg made a few remarks about the Art Exhibition and was silent. The conversation drifted to yesterday's performance in Tivoli, and from there to political subjects.
Paulsberg commenced reading from the Gazette, paragraph after paragraph. He laughed maliciously. Wasn't it great to hear a paper like the Gazette mention the word responsibility? And Paulsberg threw the paper aside in disgust. No; there ought to be at least a trace of honesty in our national life! This sacrifice of principle for the sake of expediency was degrading, to say the least.
But when Coldevin added a few words and ended up with saying that he had the greatest hope and faith in the country's practical youth, in its young commercial talents, then a loud laugh greeted him, and both the Journalist and Paulsberg shouted simultaneously that this was great, by all the saints the best ever, so help me! Commercial talents whatever could that be? Talents for trading what?
"Do you know what the Speaker told me in confidence? That he never, never would agree to a compromise rather let the Union sink or swim! 'Sink or swim, these were his very words. And when one knows the Speaker " Still Paulsberg did not say anything, and as the comrades were eager to hear his opinion, the Attorney finally ventured to address him: "And you, Paulsberg, you don't say a word?"
But Paulsberg made up his mind to leave now. "I'll come and sit for you to-morrow," he said to Milde, with a glance at the easel. He got up, emptied his glass, and found his overcoat. His wife pressed everybody's hand vigorously. They met Mrs. Hanka and Irgens in the door.
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