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I don't know whether I own a penny now or not I am only glad that you didn't join me in that unhappy speculation, Ole; that is a blessing, anyway. Well, we'll see." Ole asked: "Does your wife know about this?" "No; I'll tell her after the trip to-morrow." "The trip? I'll cancel that, of course." "No," said Tidemand, "I will ask you not to do that.
By the way, I am going to the country this summer; I shall probably be away until fall." He stopped. "Are you going to the country?" "Yes. I am going with Mrs. Tidemand. I shall be with her until fall." Irgens was silent and thoughtful a few moments. "Has it been decided that Tidemands are going to the country, then?" he asked. "I understood it was not settled yet."
"You are a damn fool!" he exclaimed angrily. "Do you for a moment think you can so easily pull me under?" And Ole swore, with blazing eyes, right into Tidemand's face: "By God, I'll show you how easily you can pull me under!" But Tidemand was immovable; not even Ole's anger made him yield.
"Lord! do you remember the old times when we sat on the school bench together?" said Tidemand. "None of us sported a beard then. It seems as if it were only a couple of months ago, I remember it so distinctly." Ole put down his pen. The accounts were finished. "I should like to speak to you about something you mustn't be offended, Andreas No; take another glass, old fellow, do!
It was late at night. He had walked with Tidemand a long time and told him everything. He was going to write a letter to Aagot's parents, respectful and dignified, without reproaches. He felt he ought to do that. When he had finished this letter he read Aagot's once more. He wanted to tear it to pieces and burn it up, but he paused and placed it in front of him on the desk.
Ole Henriksen answered modestly: "I do not suppose I could get a thousand for her if I were to sell her." "I'll give you a thousand," offered Tidemand. Pause. Ole smiled. "Cash?" he asked. "Yes; I happen to have it with me." And Tidemand took out his pocketbook and paid over the money. This occurred in the warehouse. The clerks laughed, whispered, and wondered.
Tidemand knew that Ole was on his way to the cellar for the usual bottle of wine, and tried to call him back, but Ole did not hear and returned in a moment with the old, fuzzy bottle. They sat on the sofa as usual and drank to each other. "I simply wanted to ask," continued Ole, "are you sure you have considered everything in connection with this American affair?
Perhaps you ought not to buy over twelve." "No; that would not be well. For you understand that if Russia closes, then fifteen, or even twenty, is not too much. On the other hand, if she does not close, then a hundred, yes, ninety, is far too much. In that case I am done for." They both reflected. "I believe this enterprise is going to be lucky," said Tidemand suddenly. "Really, I feel it.
"This is a big order, Andreas." "It is big. But I hope the results will justify it," answered Tidemand quietly. And unable to control a feeling that overwhelmed him at the moment, he looked toward the wall and whispered as if to himself: "I don't care how it turns out or about anything any more." Ole looked at him and asked: "Any news?" "No " "Well, we'll see how it turns out."
Tidemand put the telegram in his pocket. "I should have liked us both to be in this enterprise, Ole. I must confess that I am in deep elsewhere, too, but I have my ice to realise on. When the warm weather comes I'll make money on that, don't you think?" "Decidedly! As good as ready money, ice is." "So I am not altogether on my knees.
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