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"Of course I can operate alone," said Tidemand. "I will do it on a smaller scale, that is all. But I should have liked you to be in on this; I would have felt safer. I realise that you cannot go further. However, I'll telegraph myself; have you got a blank?" Tidemand wrote out his telegram and handed it to Ole. "I guess that is clear enough?" Ole stepped back a pace. "So much?" he exclaimed.
He wound it up mechanically while he held it. He went out and mailed a letter to Tidemand which he had just written. Upon his return he took Aagot's letters from the safe and loosened the string that bound them together. He did not read any of these letters; he carried them over to the fireplace and burned them one by one.
"But we will talk about this when you get back. Bon voyage!" "If anything happens, wire me," said Ole. Tidemand followed the couple to his door. Both Ole and Aagot were moved. He went to the window and waved to them as they passed; then he went back to his desk and worked away with books and papers. A quarter of an hour passed. He saw Aagot return alone; Ole had gone.
They still celebrated their meetings in the usual manner; the wine and the cigars appeared as before; nothing had changed. Tidemand did not want to disturb; he would rather lend a hand if he could, but Ole refused smilingly; he had absolutely nothing to do. Well, Tidemand had brought his usual tale of woe.
He had to see Tidemand a moment. As soon as he entered Tidemand's office he said: "I am going to London. I want you to come over occasionally and give the old man a lift. Won't you?" "Certainly," said Tidemand. "Are you not going to sit down, Miss Aagot? For you are not departing, I hope?" "Yes, to-morrow," answered Aagot. Ole happened to think of the last quotations. Rye was going up again.
As he dwelt in his cell upon his phantasies, he suddenly heard her voice singing that melancholy song of Sir Tidemand, who tried to lure the maiden Blidelille into his boat by vigorous runes written upon roses. Blidelille awoke at midnight and knew not what it was that compelled her. "It drew me along to Sir Tidemand Whom never mine eyes had seen."
He was going homeward, but he swung aside and walked toward the Fortress. Here he suddenly came across Tidemand. He was standing in front of a dark gateway gazing at the house opposite. What could Tidemand be doing there? Ole walked over to him. They looked at each other in surprise. "I am taking a walk, a little walk," said Tidemand somewhat sheepishly.
But they are leaving soon; I am only going to keep one man in the office." They discussed business matters for a while. Tidemand had ground up a large quantity of his grain in order to accelerate the sales; he sold and lost, but he raised money. There was no longer any danger of a receivership.
"So she still asks for the children," said Tidemand. "Think of that!" Ole Henriksen stood in his office a few days later. It was in the afternoon, about three; the weather was clear and calm; the docks were busy as ever. Ole walked over to the window and looked out.
And she lifted her finger banteringly and asked: "What plots and conspiracies are you two wholesalers now hatching? Where is the price of wheat now, and what are you going to put it up to? God have mercy on you on the day of judgment!" Tidemand answered in kind: What in the world had she done with the Journalist?
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