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"By the way, I ran across Coldevin a moment ago; he said he was looking for somebody. I couldn't get him to come up he simply wouldn't." "Did you invite him to our excursion?" asked Aagot quickly. She seemed very much disappointed because Ole had forgotten to ask him. He had to promise her to try his best to find Coldevin before Sunday.
All these matters did not interest Irgens in the least. He made up his mind to get away as soon as he could. Coldevin said nothing, but glanced from one to another with his sombre eyes. When he had been presented to Irgens he had murmured a few words, sat down again and remained silent. Irgens looked at him languidly and was silent too. When he had finished his seidel he got up to go.
He looked resentfully down the ranks and swung his hat, urging the marchers to shout still louder. "These people don't know how to cheer!" he said. "They shout in a whisper; nobody can hear them. Help me, Mr. Attorney, and we'll liven them up!" The Attorney thought it fun and shouted with him until they succeeded in stirring up the dying hurrahs. "Once again!" shouted Coldevin.
And he turned to Coldevin and whispered: "This is one of the most prominent of our young men their leader, so to speak, Lars Paulsberg. Do you know him? If only the rest were like him." Yes, Coldevin knew his name. So this was Paulsberg? He could plainly see that he was an important personality; people craned their necks, looked after him and whispered.
And we who have innocently assumed that a people should honour and respect its young writers!" Coldevin seized on this. "Yes, but that is exactly what people are doing; nobody can justly complain on that score! People respect most highly a man who has written a book or two; he is admired far more, for instance, than the ablest business man or the most talented professional!
"If there was, then I never heard of it," said even Norem, who had been sitting quietly at a corner of the table emptying glass upon glass. "Talent? Now that is an entirely different question, you know," said Coldevin quietly. "But do you really think that the talents within our youth are so sweepingly great?" "He he asks if So our talents at present do not amount to so very much, Mr. Coldevin?"
Coldevin stood immovable behind a corner and showed only his head. When he saw Tidemand coming straight toward him he stepped out in the street and bowed. Tidemand looked up abstractedly. And Coldevin asked: "Pardon me, isn't this Mr. Irgens I see down there that gentleman in grey?" "Where? Oh, yes, it looks like him," answered Tidemand indifferently.
You think that what you say is news to us. We have heard it for ages; we know it, and we think it ridiculous. Isch! I don't want to talk to you!" And Gregersen got up and walked unsteadily away. It was six o'clock. The three men who remained at the table sat silently a few moments. At last Coldevin said: "There goes Journalist Gregersen. That man has my unqualified pity and sympathy."
Milde and the Journalist simultaneously demanded the dismissal of the cabinet; others expressed their opinion about the Swedish opera they had just attended; it appeared that not one among them understood music in the least, and they strayed back to politics. "So you were not seriously shaken by what occurred to-day, Mr. Coldevin?" asked Paulsberg in order to be friendly, too.
"Oh, simply because I am at a loss to understand how you can have such a poor opinion of our youth when you know its production. We have writers of rank " "Yes but, on the other hand, there is in your circle a young man who has lost heavily in rye," answered Coldevin. "I am more interested in him. Do you know what this man is doing? He is not crushed or broken by his loss.
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