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Yes, last night they had been man and wife; that was to save getting two rooms, and travel economically. But she had been very foolish to agree to it. "'Miss Torsen, then?" he whimpered. And to put an end to the game, she paid for both of them and took her knapsack on her back. They walked again.
Some of the guests were dissatisfied people who spoke of leaving; others praised both the food and the wild mountain scenery. Schoolmistress Torsen wanted to leave. She was tall and handsome and wore a red hat on her dark hair; but there were no suitable young men here, and in the long run it was a bore to waste her holidays so completely.
"I wonder if he's afraid he'll wake me," she thought. At one stop, her former traveling companion turned up again; he had been below in the cabin. "Aren't you coming down, Ingeborg?" he asked. She did not reply. The carpenter looked from one to the other. "Miss Torsen, then!" whimpered the traveling companion playfully. He stood waiting a moment, and finally went away.
A grown-up, eternal schoolgirl, one who had studied her life away. When I reached my own door, Miss Torsen arrived there at the same time; she had been close at my heels all the way. I guessed this from the fact that she was not in the least breathless as she spoke. "I forgot to ask you to forgive me," she said. "My dear girl ?" "Oh, for saying what I did. You mustn't subscribe.
But it is possible, too, that Miss Torsen, at heart a fine, proud girl, would have a lucid moment and see things in their true light: "Why not, why shouldn't I throw myself away? What is there to keep? I am thrown away, wasted ever since my school days, and now I am seven and twenty...." My own thoughts run away with me as I stand there wishing I were somewhere else.
But now if you'll excuse me, I'd like to talk about something besides this exalted position. Anything else you please." Tradesman Batt opened the door and said: "Are you coming, Miss Torsen? It's stopped raining now." "Oh, leave me alone," she replied. Tradesman Batt withdrew. "Why do you turn him away like that?" I asked.
And to take the bull by the horns: no doubt you suspect me of dwelling on the subject of Miss Torsen out of self-interest? In that case I must have concealed well in these pages that I never think of her except as an object, as a theme; turn back the pages and you will see! At my age, one does not fall in love without becoming grotesque, without making even the Pharaohs laugh. Finis.
Well, things were not too easy for Paul; the days went by dull and empty, nor had he any children to give him pleasant thoughts at times. Though he wanted to build still more houses, he could not use half those he had already. There was Mrs. Brede living alone with her children in one of them, and since seven of the guests had left, Miss Torsen was also alone in the south wing.
It was not the first time Miss Torsen used this trick with me; she had often pretended that she thought I was not within hearing, and then created some such delicate situation. Each time I had promised myself not to intervene; but she had not wept before; now she wept. Why did she use these wiles?
Miss Torsen came by, stopped, and said: "I hear you're going for a walk with Mrs. Brede?" Solem removed his cap, which left a red ring round his forehead. "Who, me?" he said. "Well, maybe she said something about it. There was a path through the woods she wanted me to show her, she said."
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