Now voices are calling again for the couple by the flagstaff; the Captain
throws out an impatient "Yes!" but does not move. Now he brushes a speck
of dust from Elisabet's shoulder; now, looking round carefully, he lays
one hand on her arm and tells her something earnestly.
Says Nils:
"They've always such a lot to talk about, those two. She never comes here
but they go off for long walks together."
"And what does Fru Falkenberg say to that?"
"I've never heard she troubled about it any way."
"And Elisabet, hasn't she any children either?"
"Ay, she's many."
"But how can she get away so often with that big place and the children to
look after?"
"It's all right as long as Erik's mother's alive. She can get away all she
wants."
He went out as he spoke, leaving me alone. In this room I had sat once
working out the construction of an improved timber saw. How earnest I was
about it all! Petter, the farm-hand, lay sick in the room next door, and I
would hurry out eagerly whenever I'd any hammering to do, and get it done
outside.
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