And there was Elisabet from the vicarage. I remember Elisabet very
well, and recognized her now at once, for all she was six years older and
more mature. Little Elisabet of the old days was no longer a girl--her
breast stood out so, and gave an impression of exaggerated health. I
learned she is married; she took Erik after all, a farmer's son she had
been fond of as a child. She was still friendly with Fru Falkenberg, and
often came to stay. But her husband never came with her.
Elisabet is standing by the flagstaff, and Captain Falkenberg comes out.
They talk a little, and are occupied with their own affairs. The Captain
glances round every time he speaks; possibly he is not talking of trifles,
but of something he must needs be careful with.
Then comes the other Captain, the fat and jovial one; we can hear his
laugh right over in the servants' quarters. He calls out to Captain
Falkenberg to come along, but gets back only a curt answer. A few stone
steps lead down to the lilac shrubbery; the Captain goes down there now, a
maid following after with wine and glasses.
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