No place for Ragnhild there. Better to
wait upstairs in the passage, and just take a look at the keyhole now and
again, to see if the light was out.
This sounded a little more reasonable.
"But only think of it," said Ragnhild suddenly, shaking her head in
admiration. "What a fellow he must be, that engineer, to get as near as
that with Fruen."
As near as what! Jealousy seized me; I gave up my lofty pose, and
questioned Ragnhild searchingly about it all. What did she say they were
doing? How did it all come about?
Ragnhild could not say how it began. Fruen had given her orders about a
letter that was to be fetched from Lars Falkenberg's, and when it arrived,
she was to wait till the light went out in Fruen's room, and then bring it
up. "Very good," said Ragnhild. "But not till I put out the light, you
understand," said Fruen again. And Ragnhild had set herself to wait for
the letter. But the time seemed endless, and she fell to thinking and
wondering about it all; there was something strange about it.
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