Suddenly I see the engineer get up from behind the bushes and walk swiftly
over to the summer-house. Finding it locked, he sets his shoulder against
the door and breaks it open with a crash.
"Come along, there's nobody here!" he cries.
Fru Falkenberg gets up and says: "Madman! Whatever are you doing?"
But she goes towards him all the same.
"Doing?" says he. "What else should I do? Love isn't glycerine--it's
nitro-glycerine."
And he takes her by the arm and leads her in.
Well, 'tis their affair....
But the stout Captain and his lady are coming up; the pair in the
summer-house will hardly be aware of their approach, and Fru Falkenberg
would perhaps find it far from agreeable to be discovered sitting there
with a man just now. I look about for some means of warning them; here is
an empty bottle; I go to the window and fling it as hard as I can over
towards the summer-house. There is a crash, bottle and tiles are broken,
and the pieces go clattering down over the roof; a cry of dismay from
within, and Fru Falkenberg rushes out, her companion behind her still
grasping her dress.
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