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How could he reconcile this with their present attitude? It would soon be a disgrace for an honest man to see his name in that sheet. Paulsberg was indignant and said so without mincing words. Gregersen had no defence. He simply answered that the Gazette had fully explained its position, had given reasons.... "What kind of reasons?" Paulsberg would show them how shallow they were.
And he would always, always have the memory of her visit to treasure. And she went with him, timid, fearful, but happy. Milde and Gregersen walked down the street together. They talked about Milde's portrait of Paulsberg which had been bought by the National Galleries; about the Actor Norem, who, together with a comrade, had been found drunk in a gutter and had been arrested; about Mrs.
They moved over to the sofa on account of the draught, and told each other amusing anecdotes. Mrs. Paulsberg knew a story concerning Grande and one of Pastor B.'s daughters. She had reached the climax when she paused. "Well go on!" the Journalist exclaimed eagerly. "Wait a moment!" answered Mrs. Paulsberg smilingly, "you must at least give me time to blush a little!"
Beer was served and everybody talked. Mrs. Paulsberg crossed her legs and gripped the glass in her masculine fashion. The Journalist monopolised her immediately. Ole continued his conversation with Coldevin. "I hope you are enjoying yourself here? Interesting people, these! There is Lars Paulsberg; have you met him?" "Yes, I have met him. He is the third one of our authors I have met.
"The fire-and-sword period has passed by, my good man," said the Journalist patronisingly, yawning across the table. "What the devil can be keeping Paulsberg?" When Paulsberg at last showed up they made room for him with alacrity; the Journalist sat close by him and wanted to hear his opinion concerning the situation. What did these events portend what could be done now?
Some join it while others depart; there remain a young, corpulent artist by the name of Milde, and an actor with a snub nose and a creamy voice; also Irgens, and Attorney Grande of the prominent Grande family. The most important, however, is Paulsberg, Lars Paulsberg, the author of half a dozen novels and a scientific work on the Atonement.
He began to lose his temper; he demanded a reply in a loud voice. Mrs. Hanka said suddenly: "Silence, now. Ojen is going to read another poem." Both Paulsberg and Irgens made secretly a wry face, but they said nothing; on the contrary, Paulsberg nodded encouragingly. When the noise had subsided a little Ojen got up, stepped back, and said: "I know this by heart. It is called 'The Power of Love."
The Journalist asked him pointblank if he were not ashamed of himself. "Leave him alone!" said Paulsberg. "I don't see why you want to annoy him." "It certainly looks bad for our poor country!" sneered the Journalist. "No talents, no youth, nothing only a 'general condition. He, he! God only knows how it will all end!
He was a little offended, but Paulsberg smoothed matters over by saying: "I thank you for the two notices, Gregersen. It is fortunate for us that you keep an eye on us; otherwise people would entirely forget that we writers existed." The Attorney ordered another round. "I am waiting for my wife," said Paulsberg. "She stopped in to borrow a hundred from Ole Henriksen.
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.
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