The things we do!

And I soon turned sorrowful once more.
Here, on this spot, she had stood one day with that girl friend of hers;
they had come out and talked to us in the woods....
When it was dark enough I started down towards the house. Perhaps I might
sleep in the loft again to-night; then to-morrow, when her headache was
gone, she might come out. I went down near enough to see the lights of the
house, then I turned back. No, perhaps it was too early yet.
Then for a time--I should reckon about two hours--I wandered round and sat
down a bit, wandered again and sat down a bit; then I moved up towards the
house again. Now I could perfectly well go up in the loft and lie down
there. As for Falkenberg--miserable worm!--let him dare to say a word! Now
I know what I will do. I will hide my sack in the woods before I go up, so
as to look as if I had only come back for some little thing I had
forgotten.
And I go back to the woods.
No sooner have I hidden the sack than I realize I am not concerned at all
with Falkenberg and sleeping in the loft.


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