The things we do!

One evening, when
we were at supper, she turned to me and said:
"What's that the men were saying about a new machine you're making?"
"It's a new kind of saw he's messing about with," said Falkenberg. "But
it's too heavy to be any good."
I made no answer to that, but craftily preferred to be wronged. Was it not
the fate of all inventors to be so misjudged? Only wait: my time was not
yet come. There were moments when I could hardly keep from bursting out
with a revelation to the girls, of how I was really a man of good family,
led astray by desperation over an unhappy love affair, and now taking to
drink. Alas, yes, man proposes, God disposes.... And then, perhaps, Fruen
herself might come to hear of it....
"I think I'll take to going over with the men in the evenings," said
Falkenberg, "the same as you."
And I knew well enough why Falkenberg had suddenly taken it into his head
to spend his evenings there; he was not asked to sing now as often as
before; some way or other, he was less in demand of late.


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