Ragnhild, by the way, took it to heart a good deal, and sobbed and dabbed
her eyes. But after a while she comforted herself with the thought that,
as soon as I was gone, Fruen would take back her dismissal and let her
stay. I, for my part, was inwardly sure that Fruen would do nothing of the
kind.
Yes, the Captain and Elisabet might be content: the troublesome
parlour-maid was to be sent packing, surely enough.
* * * * *
But who was to know? I might be out in my reckoning after all. New
happenings set me questioning anew; ay, forced me to alter my judgment
once again. 'Tis a sorely difficult thing to judge the truth of humankind.
I learned now, beyond doubt, that Fru Falkenberg was truly and honestly
jealous of her husband; not merely pretending to be, as so by way of
covering her own devious ways. Far, indeed, from any pretence here. True,
she did not really believe for a moment that he was interested in her
maid. But it suited her purpose to pretend she did; in her extremity, she
would use any means that came to hand.
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