The things we do!

XXXII

I am nearly at my goal.
Sunday evening I lay in a watchman's hut not far from Ovrebo, so as to be
on the place early Monday morning. By nine o'clock every one would be up,
then surely I must be lucky enough to meet the one I sought.
I had grown dreadfully nervous, and kept imagining ugly things. I had
written a nice letter to Falkenberg, using no sharp words, but the Captain
might after all have been offended at my fixing the date like that; giving
him so and so much time.... If only I had never written at all!
Coming up towards the house I stoop more and more, and make myself small,
though indeed I had done no wrong. I turn off from the road up, and go
round so as to reach the outbuildings first--and there I come upon
Falkenberg. He is washing down the carriage. We gave each other greeting,
and were the same good comrades as before.
Was he going out with the carriage?
No, just come back the night before. Been to the railway station.
Who had gone away, then?
Fruen.


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