The things we do!

Falkenberg was now set to drive.
I feigned to be distressed at what had happened, and went about silent and
gloomy as the rest, but I did not feel so. I had no hope of Froken
Elisabeth for myself, indeed; still, I was rid of one that stood above me
in her favour.
That evening I went over to the churchyard and sat there a while. If only
she would come, I thought to myself. And after a quarter of an hour she
came. I got up suddenly, entirely as I had planned, made as if to slip
away and hide, then I stopped, stood helplessly and surrendered. But here
all my schemes and plans forsook me, and I was all weakness at having her
so near; I began to speak of something.
"Erik--to think it should have happened--and that, yesterday...."
"I know about it," she answered.
"He was badly hurt."
"Yes, yes, of course, he was badly hurt--why do you talk to me about him?"
"I thought.... No, I don't know. But, anyhow, he'll get better. And then
it will be all right again, surely."
"Yes, yes.


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