The things we do!

I've heard no more about it since that day."
It mattered little after all about the Captain. When Falkenberg had taken
a deal of wine, I asked him if he knew where Fruen was staying in town.
No, but Emma might, perhaps. We get hold of Emma, treat her to wine, talk
a lot of nonsense, and work gradually round to the point; at last asking
in a delicate way. No, Emma didn't know the address. But Fruen had gone to
buy things for Christmas, and she was going with Froken Elisabeth from the
vicarage, so they'd know the address there. What did I want it for, by the
way?
Well, it was only about a filigree brooch I had got hold of, and wanted to
ask if she'd care to buy it.
"Let's look."
Luckily I was able to show her the brooch; it was a beautiful piece of old
work; I had bought it of one of the maids at Hersat.
"Fruen wouldn't have it," said Emma. "I wouldn't have it myself."
"Not if you got me into the bargain, Emma, what?" And I forced myself to
jest again.
Emma goes off.


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