The things we do!

"No, really, though, do you think I'm nice?"
"Oh, please--don't you understand?--I was speaking of Fru Falkenberg."
"Sh!" says Froken Elisabeth. "Of course it is Fru Falkenberg; I know that
perfectly well, but you need not say so.... I really think we're beginning
to make an impression on him over there. Let's go on like we are doing,
and look interested."
So she hadn't imagined I was trying on my own account, after all. I was
too old for that sort of thing, anyway. Devil take it, yes, of course.
"But you can't get Fru Falkenberg," she says, beginning again. "It's
simply hopeless."
"No, I can't get her. Nor you either."
"Are you speaking to Fru Falkenberg now again?"
"No, it was to you this time."
Pause.
"Do you know I was in love with you? Yes, when I was at home."
"This is getting quite amusing," said I, shifting up on the sofa. "Oh,
we'll manage Bewer, never fear."
"Yes, only fancy, I used to go up to the churchyard to meet you in the
evenings. But you, foolish person, you didn't see it a bit.


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