She is evidently excited. I can feel the heat of her
breath as she points along the passage. There is a sound of voices from
the far end.
It looked as if she had taken up her post here on guard, or had been set
there by some one to watch; however, it was no business of mine. And when
she whispered: "Don't say a word; go down again quietly!" I obeyed, and
went to my room.
My window was open. I could hear the couple down among the bushes: they
were drinking wine. And there was still light upstairs in Fruen's room.
Ten minutes passed; then the light went out.
A moment later I heard some one hurrying up the stairs in the house, and
looked down involuntarily to see if it was the Captain. But the Captain
was sitting as before.
Now came the same steps down the stairs again, and, a little after,
others. I kept watch on the main entrance. First comes Ragnhild, flying as
if for her life over towards the servants' quarters; then comes Fru
Falkenberg with her hair down, and the letter in her hand showing white in
the gloom.
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