After her comes the engineer. The pair of them move down
towards the high road.
Ragnhild comes rushing in to me and flings herself on a chair, all out of
breath and bursting with news. Such things had happened this evening, she
whispered. Shut the window! Fruen and that engineer fellow--never a
thought of being careful--'twas as near as ever could be but they'd have
done it. He was holding on to her when Ragnhild went in with the letter.
Ugh! Up in Fruen's room, with the lamp blown out.
"You're mad," said I to Ragnhild.
But the girl had both heard and seen well enough, it seemed. She was grown
so used to playing the spy that she could not help spying on her mistress
as well. An uncommon sort, was Ragnhild.
I put on a lofty air at first and would have none of her tale-bearing,
thank you, listening at keyholes. Fie!
But how could she help it, she replied. Her orders were to bring up the
letter as soon as her mistress put out the light, and not before. But
Fruen's windows looked out to the shrubbery, where the Captain was sitting
with Elisabet from the vicarage.
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