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There must be something behind all this. Was she running away from me? Madman! the Captain's Lady at Ovrebo would not run away from one of her labourers. But the whole thing seemed so strange. I had hoped all along she would give me leave to speak with her, since I was forbidden to write.
At that Falkenberg sat down plump at the steps and began asking all sorts of questions about the Falkenbergs at Ovrebo. Only to think he should come across his kinsmen here, and find himself, as it were, at home again. He was profusely grateful for the information. "Thanks most sincerely, Froken." Then we went on our way again, and I carried the things.
Ho, yes, but they never troubled to think what it must cost, with machines for this and that, and a pack of men to every machine again. What mustn't it have cost, now, for Grindhusen and me that summer! And then himself this autumn. In the old days it had been music and plenty at Ovrebo, and some of us had been asked into the parlour to sing. "I'll say no more," said Lars.
"Home?" she repeated. "I'm not going home." Pause. She had frowned as she spoke. But now she nodded, and even smiled a little, and turned to go. "Well, well, you'll pardon me, then, I know," she said. "Have you any objection to my going back to Captain Falkenberg?" I asked. She stopped, and looked me full in the face. Now, what was the right thing here? Three times she had spoken of Ovrebo.
I'd walk down with you now if it weren't so late." "Well, tomorrow, then?" "Yes, perhaps I might come over tomorrow. Oh, is that you?" This was to Ragnhild, who had come down with a shawl. "Oh, what an idea! did you think I should catch cold?" Altogether things were looking brighter now at Ovrebo; we no longer felt that shadow of uneasiness over us all.
He had not grown bald at all; his hair was there, and thick and red as ever. But he had picked up a deal at Ovrebo, and went about bursting with health and good feeding; well off here? He had sent good sums of money home to his family all that summer and autumn, and was full of praise for Captain and Freun, who paid such good wages and treated their folk so well.
"And I thought I'd like.... H'm!... You're sorry to be leaving here, perhaps? No? No, no, of course not. But I must tell you something: It was I that got you dismissed." "It doesn't matter." "No, no. Only, I wanted to tell you. Now that you're going back to Ovrebo. You can understand it was a little unpleasant for me at times to...." She checked herself. "To have me about the place.
There were more words over that. Lars found everything all wrong somehow at Ovrebo. In the old days he used to do his work and sing songs after for the company at the house; now, it was all a mess and a muddle, and no sense in any way of doing things. Ploughing, indeed! Not if he knew it. "You don't know what you're talking about," said Nils.
Nils, the foreman, is from a farm a little north of here, but, not being the eldest son, and having no farm of his own to run, he has been sensible enough to take service here at Ovrebo for the time being. And, indeed, he might have done worse.
Was there any one in here?" "I saw some one going..." After a couple of days, I set myself down calmly and loftily to write to Falkenberg. I had a bit of a saw thing I'd left there at Ovrebo, I wrote; it might be a useful thing for owners of timber lands some day, and I proposed to come along and fetch it away shortly. Please keep an eye on it and see it doesn't get damaged.
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