"
"For that particular purpose, I dare say," he retorted.
This set me thinking. Fruen was perhaps crafty enough to keep this girl
spying, simply to make it seem as if she cared at all what her husband
did. Then people could imagine that Fruen, poor thing, went about secretly
longing for him, and being constantly disappointed and wronged. And then,
of course, who could blame her if she did the like in return, and went her
own way? Heaven knows if that was the way of it!
One day later on the Captain changed his tactics. He had not managed to
free himself from Ragnhild's watchfulness; she was still there, to be
close at hand when he was talking to Elisabet in some corner, or making
towards the summer-house late in the evening to sit there with some one
undisturbed. So he tried another way, and began making himself agreeable
to that same Ragnhild. Oho! 'twas a woman's wit--no doubt, 'twas
Elisabet--had put him up to that!
We were sitting at the long dining-table in the kitchen, Nils and I and
the lad; Fruen was there, and the maids were busy with their own work.
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