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The telegram was from Tidemand's agent in Archangel. Ole Henriksen immediately grasped the situation: on account of the Russian crop failure, in connection with the already low supplies, Russia was preparing to prohibit all grain exports. Hard times were coming. Norway, too, would feel the pressure, and grain would soar to incredible prices.
Henriksen brings catkins in a vase into my room. "What, is it spring?" "Oh, it's getting on." "Then I shall be going away. You see, Mrs. Henriksen, I should very much have liked to stay, because this is really where I belong; but what more can I do here? I don't work; I merely idle. Do you understand me? I grieve continually, and my heart sits wrinkled.
Ole put his hand in his pocket to pay the waiter; the Journalist did the same, but Milde seized his arm and said: "Leave that to Ole Henriksen. Kindly pay for us, too, Ole." "With pleasure." At the door Lars Paulsberg caught up with him and said: "Don't go away without giving me the opportunity of shaking hands with you. I hear you could lend me these rotten crowns." Ole and Aagot went.
Smell of paints and tobacco smoke; brushes, tubes, overcoats which the guests had thrown aside; an old rubber shoe filled with nails and junk; on the easel in the corner a large, half-finished portrait of Paulsberg. This was Milde's studio. When Ole Henriksen entered about nine o'clock all the guests were assembled, also Tidemand and his wife. There were altogether ten or twelve people.
The son did not resemble the father much; for him the old horizons had been broken, cracked wide, and opened large views; his optimistic business courage was recognised. Ole Henriksen had just dropped in on him in his office and was talking about the projected tannery for which an ideal site had been found near Torahus.
Some other time; then he could meet Paulsberg and the others also "So that is Paulsberg!" he repeated. "One could tell it when he passed by; people were whispering about him. Nobody whispered when Ole Henriksen passed by. By the way, I suppose Mr. Henriksen is going to get married now?" "I suppose so Tell me is it at all interesting to be a tutor? Isn't it a somewhat tedious occupation at times?"
Ole Henriksen sat with open mouth. He said in surprise: "Is that how matters stand? I had no idea it was that way with you two that it was that bad." "Why not? Do you find it strange that she prefers the clique? All of them are famous men, artists and poets, people who count for something. When you come to look at it they are not like you and me, Ole; we like to be with them ourselves.
Ole and I both wanted to ask you to come with us on a little excursion, but you could not be found." "I have seen Mr. Henriksen since then. I explained that I was engaged that Sunday anyway. I was at a party, a little dinner So everything is well with you?" "Yes, thanks." Again she was seized with fear. What if he had been in the park and seen everything?
She answered gently and sorrowfully: "Please do not ask. What do you think Ole would say if he heard you?" Ole? He had not given him a thought. Did he really play the role of competitor to Ole Henriksen? It was too ridiculous. He could not believe that she meant what she had said.
So help me, there ought to be public men appointed for the sole purpose of shouting obscenity on the streets just to make young girls acquainted with certain things while there was still time. What, do you object, Tidemand? No, Tidemand did not object, and Ole Henriksen did not object. The idea was original, to say the least. Ha, ha! Milde got Tidemand over in a corner.
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