The things we do!

Fruen came out, calling:
"Is that you, Elisabeth? I'm so glad you've come."
It was Froken Elisabeth from the vicarage.
"Is _he_ here?" she asked in surprise.
"Who?"
It was myself she meant. So she had recognized me....
Next day the two young ladies came out to us in the wood. At first I was
afraid lest some rumour of a certain nightly ride on borrowed horses
should have reached the vicarage, but calmed myself when nothing was said
of it.
"The water-pipes are doing nicely," said Froken Elisabeth.
I was pleased to hear it.
"Water-pipes?" said Fruen inquiringly.
"He laid on a water-supply to the house for us. Pipes in the kitchen and
upstairs as well. Just turn a tap and there it is. You ought to have it
done here."
"Really, though? Could it be done here, do you think?"
I answered: yes; it ought to be easy enough.
"Why didn't you speak to my husband about it?"
"I did speak of it. He said he would see what Fruen thought about it."
Awkward pause. So he would not speak to her even of a thing that so nearly
concerned herself.


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