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But where, in Heaven's name, is the point? Jehovah has never visited him; it is an invention. And, furthermore, why didn't he choose both Youth and Beauty, and Truth as well? That is what I should have done. The point, I say!" "But that is just it there is no definite point," replied Ole Henriksen. "So Ojen says in a letter to me. Its effect lies in its euphony, he says." "He does?
Then she knocked and came in. I made no move to shake hands, and neither did she; I merely drew out a chair for her. "Excuse my coming like this," she said. "I asked Mrs. Henriksen to send me a message; it's nothing serious, and now I feel a little embarrassed about it, but " I saw that it was something serious, and my heart began to pound. Why should my heart be affected?
Just then Ole Henriksen appeared on the stairs and came toward them. Irgens remained in his pleading attitude; he said with outstretched hand: "Do, please!" She glanced at him hurriedly. "Yes," she whispered. Ole joined them; he had not been able to get hold of Arendal at once; he could not get a reply until to-morrow. Off to Sara now!
They did not envy each other; the business spirit had made them broad-minded and generous; they toyed with ship-loads, dealt in large amounts, had daily before their eyes enormous successes or imposing ruin. Once Tidemand had expressed admiration for a little yacht which Ole Henriksen owned.
Irgens had asked Milde for roasted coffee, and since then had not been seen. Nobody seemed to think it strange that the two had sneaked away, and no questions were asked; Tidemand was talking to Ole Henriksen about his trip to Torahus. "But have you time to run off like this?" he asked. "I'll take time," answered Ole. "By the way, I want to tell you something by and by."
"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.
Coldevin took his leave. He walked straight to the telegraph office. He remained outside awhile; then he ascended the stairs and peeped through the glass doors. Then he turned, went back to the street, and made for the harbour. He sauntered back and forth outside the Henriksen warehouse and glanced furtively toward the little office window. He did not take his eyes from the window for a long time.
Tidemand and Ole Henriksen were coming as a matter of course. That was settled. "Ask whom you like, but I refuse to open my doors to that fellow Norem," said the Attorney. "He always gets drunk and sentimental; he is an awful bore. My wife wouldn't stand for him." Then the affair could not be held at Grande's house. It would never do to slight Norem. In the perplexity Milde offered his studio.
Aagot went with him from place to place, sad and faithful. She was labouring under suppressed emotion. She did not say a word so as not to disturb him, but she looked at him all the time with moist eyes. They had arranged that she should go home the next morning on the first train. Old Henriksen shuffled back and forth, quiet and silent; he knew that his son needed to hurry.
"No, thank you, I'm too busy." Too busy! Yes, you work you're not ten years older than you were last autumn. You think it's hard work to rest on Sundays, don't you? Dear Madame Henriksen! You and your little daughter knit stockings for the whole family, you let your rooms, you keep your family together like a mother. But you mustn't let your little Louise sit for twelve years on a school form.
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